I was going to be an athlete, football. I was faster, could jump higher and was tougher than anyone I played with.
I read books on running techniques, tackling, blocking. I watched games religiously old and new.
I was 10 yrs old. This physical ability continued thru high school. Problem was, I broke my leg when I was 13 and Pops said find a new fall sport. Shattered.
So I played soccer instead. It got me into college, but my brain was not in gear so the next dream of being a graphic designer fell by the wayside.
Odd jobs, part time school, and partying. Then I met my wife. And college came back to me, an viola! I'm an Electronics tech, with a wife of impeccable class. And patience. So my goal changed, pay the rent yadda yadda.
Then 2 sons and a mortgage. And 3 layoffs in 10 yrs. Scramble to pay the bills, but they always got paid. Then the boys grew up and needed coaches for baseball, etc. I was there, nearly every game and practice for 10 yrs.
Then we discovered learning disabilities. They needed special attention from us, both to maintain focus, and to work with the school system. #2 just graduated. Next fall booth will be in college.
My dreams were replaced with real life. I did my best, I hope. Only time will tell. Now my dreams are based on quality time with my friends and family.
I'd hope my 7 yr old self would understand, and see me as a great dad and a faithful husband.
I played my hand, and hope it pays off. I think it will.