Dream Big

She slumped lazily beside her father in the front-seat. Then they started driving home.

"When I grow up, I want to be a dumptruck."

The bumper sticker caught her fancy. She smiled amused. It was and old, worn mini-cab speeding along the highway.

And she told herself, "Yeah, why not?" 
It is never too late to be who you might have been. ~George Eliot

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