Wings of yesterday

That day, I visited my old house—the house where I spent my entire childhood. As I stepped through the threshold, my foot brushed against something on the floor. A plane. A small, worn-out model airplane I hadn’t seen in years. And suddenly, I was transported back to my childhood, to a time when the world seemed so vast and filled with endless possibilities. I had always dreamed of becoming a pilot, of soaring through the skies and experiencing freedom in ways that no one else could understand.

Isn’t it funny how, as children, we latch onto any possible career, imagining ourselves as astronauts, doctors, or explorers, with no real understanding of the world beyond? Back then, I wasn’t concerned about the practicalities of life or the complexities of adulthood. I simply saw myself in the cockpit, flying high, with the wind rushing past and the world sprawling beneath me.

That plane, sitting there on the floor of my old house, reminded me of the purity of those dreams. The ones we had before we were burdened with expectations or doubts. I could almost feel the rush of excitement and the energy that fueled my ambitions back then, as vivid as ever. It wasn’t just a childhood dream—it was a part of me, one that carried the spark of passion and endless wonder.

I had the best childhood. The memories of running through those halls, playing in the backyard, and imagining endless adventures still warm my heart. It was a time when anything felt possible, and the world was mine to conquer.

Now, as an adult, life has taken me on a different path, but I can’t help but smile when I think of that little pilot dream. It’s a reminder that no matter where life leads us, the energy and passion we had in our youth are still within us, waiting to be reignited.

I realized that sometimes, the dreams we leave behind aren’t really gone—they’re just waiting for us to return to them, even if only in our hearts. Maybe I didn’t become a pilot, but I carried that same energy with me through the years, pursuing my own kind of adventure in different ways.

And that, I think, is what made my childhood the best—because even though life changes, some dreams never truly fade. They just evolve, like the sky, always open and vast, ready for new journeys.