as the tears slide down my face, i think of all my child memories, and i wonder why i must move on. with growing up come many problems, life's not a playground anymore.

suddenly the tears stop. could there be a reason for this change? yes, i've searched much and found, the future God planned for me, is full of adventure waiting to be lived!

millions like me are asking the same, actors, painters, musicians, and pilots. "patience," the elders say, "the time will come quickly enough." but we still wait for a response to our wondering, "what will the future hold?"