A concert pianist.
My soul feels Heaven when it hears music of the ivory keys. No one will ever know how I wish I would have continued playing the piano. At age 14, I entered high school and worked weekends, and that was when the departure took place. Good grades didn't come easy. Late night studying didn't leave time for practicing the piano, and I needed to make the honor roll.
My one wish in the whole world would be for a fairy godmother to tap me on the shoulder with her magic wand and whisk me magically off to Carnegie Hall. I picture myself wearing a long black dress as I enter the grand hall to take a seat at a classical piano concert. Maybe I'd even wear a sparkly bracelet!
Little girl wishes never go away. They just get bigger. Little boy wishes are the same way. The other day we were on a day drive when hubby spotted a bright red hot rod sitting in a store parking lot. He got out to look at the inside and admire the outside. His little boy wish is to own a hot rod.
Wishes are good, even though we realistically know that they aren't going to come true. They make us reach higher, I think. It's intriguing to me why we are wired with the ability to wish in the first place. Are we the only creatures who wish? Gosh, I never thought about that before. Hmmmmm.