A visit to my old home town, Amarillo, Texas for my wife's class reunion kindled some old memories, and while she visited with her classmates, I had a chance to track down something I remembered from 42 years ago.
Some dreams were set aside, for good reasons. My plan to get a teacher's certificate didn't survive past my first exposure to the reality of education classes. My idea to be a chemist didn't survive my color blindness. The University of Texas bumped out Abilene Christian when my wife-to-be planned to attend UT.
But I was a writer, from the beginning. My high school dreams were vague and only partly formed back then, as is common at that age, but the important ones survived. I am a writer. I edit and produce my books, many people read them, and some have won awards. I've also had opportunities come visit schools and be a guest teacher. I enjoy that and I'll do it again at the slightest invitation.
High school dreams can come true. They did for me.
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