When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
When I was five, my dreams fluttered like butterflies, vibrant and full of life. I wanted to be an astronaut, soaring through the universe like a shooting star across a midnight sky. Each day, I would gaze up at the twinkling stars, imagining myself floating among them, discovering new galaxies like an explorer of ancient lands. The vastness of space was a canvas, and I longed to paint it with my adventures.
In my little world, a cardboard box transformed into a rocket, and with a helmet fashioned from a colander, I envisioned gliding through the cosmos. Each flight, a journey into the unknown, filled with wonder and possibility, echoed the dreams seen into the fabric of my childhood.
As I pretended to navigate through asteroids and comets, I felt a thrill in my heart, a passion that sparked like electricity. Although I’ve wandered through various parts since then, that five-year-old’s dream of reaching for the stars still shines brightly within me, reminding me that no matter where life takes me, the cosmos will always beckon.
CHRISTIAN HOPE 
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