Building a Dream

My mom told us this story when we were little. It was a rainy day at Grandma's house and we were trapped upstairs while my cousins were taking naps downstairs . The story was about this grand old house with hidden doors, revolving walls, and secret rooms. I was enchanted.

Little kids have a lot of ideas about what they are going to do when they are adults. Sleep in, watch TV all day, drive cars like Batman after a FourLoko; the list of dreams goes on and on. Me, though? All I wanted was to grow up, make money, then spend it all on building my dream house.

Something  a bit like this...

To Be Continued...

Love and Other Forms of Chocolate,
_Hannah