All my life I’ve been a dreamer, someone who passionately works at turning fantasies into realities. I’ve dreamed about living on a ranch and training horses, inspiring young girls in their faith, helping the exploited women of the world.
I’ve dreamt it all, from the big to the small and back again.
Back in elementary school I was the queen of new ideas. Whenever I’d ask my friends to join me in my new adventure (maybe it was a new club that I had just created or a new game that I invented), they’ed roll their eyes and scoff, saying, “Kylie, you’re such a dreamer!” “Kylie, you know that’ll never work.” “Stop trying so hard!”
All my dreams seemed to vanish, slipping through the fingers of reality and into the abyss of insanity. My fantasies would always end up just that, a fantastical illusion that didn’t meet the criteria of my friends. During existence of my life, the only thing I’ve ever really wanted to do was help people. I wanted to make a diffrence
I wanted to make a diffrence in the world...
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