Dreams die, or seem to die, because that’s what dreams do. Does anyone remember the dream they had last night better than the dreams they had as kids? When a dream is memorable as an adult, which way do they go: nightmare, or comfort? I lean toward the anxious side.
PARTICIPATION TROPHY FOR WINNERS, LOSERS
November 19, 2016 by
Participation trophy for cheating sports dads. About that participation trophy deal: A rant from an adult started, “Dear Everyone Older Than Me…” It was hilarious. Turns out he didn’t want the trophy then, and doesn’t want to hear about it now. That makes sense. Who doesn’t enjoy knocking little kids hopes and dreams into the […]
