chilly post-rain morning and I didn't have a clue why I was up there. When I reached the

top, I reflected on my memories. I envisioned this nine-year-old child prancing and playing

on the rooftop, following the paths of his imaginative, innocent mind which perhaps only a

nine-year-old could fathom: having a little fairy who grants all his wishes; a monster in his

closet to gulp down his little brother; and, of course, a beautiful princess to marry the

gorgeous prince and live happily ever after.

As I opened my eyes, I scanned the damp terrace. The gigantic walls that once

protected me from the outer forces of evil were now only at my waist. The colossal birch

long apron and weapon-like utensils who used our long countertops to chop and fry

myself with unanswerable questions, I only had one left to ask: has the world changed or

with thoughts completely different from me. The people whose words used to be right to

received a smile or even a glance. People strolled along past me half expecting me to

create his own destiny rather than

Sometimes I wish that the dreams of the nine-year-old had come true. But then

and self-discipline. I believe that Morehouse could offer me the opportunity to grow

vegetables and meat. Where was that huge tray where all the dishes were placed after the

me were now wrong, although I never mentioned it. As I walked the streets, I hardly

snatch their purse and half expecting m

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