When I was young while my contemporaries were dreaming of fairy tales, I was fantasizing I was a pirate, Sinbad of the seven seas exploring countless horizons having the time of my life. I even stole my mother’s old clothes and transformed them into fitting costumes. I spent too much time on the beach pretending I was in a fight with fellow Buccaneers standing on the bow of one of the boats that was parked behind our house. Never occurred in my mind to play with other kids or my siblings. I was happy in my own little world. I could engineer the whole play without interference from others. I preferred it that way.
A little bit older when I supposed I have to be dreaming of Prince Charming, I was dreaming of being an FBI agent instead, or a military official operating in the most dangerous areas in the country. I even wrote a story about it. I wonder where it is now.
Of course, my fantasies never come true. Worse even, I lead a life nowhere near my dreams and still living it up to this day. Some people, in fact, most people will find it better or ideal but I was and still is a nomad and gypsy by heart and I will always be.
I did try to incorporate my rover ways into my real life some years ago and it did put me in all sorts of predicaments but I did enjoy those adventurous moments and suffer the consequences gladly. Those years will always be the most wonderful times of my life.