When I was a child. ... my dream is one day I will grow... A good child care. Dad and mom and the tourist to the vast world, which is a dream someone might think dream as well as with me, but...In the real world...Becoming an adult. It uphill than the idea of our dreams in children. Maybe it is because when we were children, we have a father, mother and relatives and friends around us, when we hurt. We're tired.And tired!Have you time I tired yards left... To...Over running after the success, in which the times will have different answers, and there are many "disappointed", "falter." but there are times when found. The word "fulfillment" and faced "success".Often ask myself. "Where are my childhood dream". Who stole my dream, my answer is myself to abandon the dream.