Short Essay About My Dream

I have lived my whole life inside. I’ve never experienced the brisk fall air, the boiling summer heat, or snowy, frigid winter. There’s nothing I want more than to go outside, but of course, I can’t. My house is mostly glass, and I call it my glass castle. I live alone with no concept of the outside world. As far as I know, I could be the only person alive and it wouldn’t affect me. Of course, though, I am not. I see people walking and the leaves falling as I look out my window all the time. I see little kids with bright beaming smiles jumping into giant red yellow and orange leaf piles, and I see a family teaching their little girl how to ride a bike. I wish I was her--I wish I could ride a bike. The only thing separating me and my biggest dream is a giant, …show more content…
This is all I have ever wanted. This is my dream. There is a giant door handle and an even bigger door. I pull down the handle and ‘CLICK! it opened. I pull with all my strength, which was very little, but couldn't get the door to unlock. I try everything; I run up and tried to body slam it, but nope, nothing moves. I stand there, defeated, at the thought of not accomplishing my dream. I wonder how my dad does it. Maybe he can help me when he gets home, but in the back of my mind, something tells me he is not coming home.
I like to think positively, so I push that thought out of my mind and go to make dinner. Although today has been a rough day, my dinner will definitely not be rough. I make myself a giant cookie cake with a mountain of all my favorite ice creams. I know this is a lot of sugar, but sugar is energy, and I need energy to try that door again, right? I keep the mindset that everyday is a new chance for great things. Even with this mindset, I’ve done about nothing in my life. Nevertheless, I’m going to open that door. As long as I tell myself that it is just one door that I have to get open, I’ll be able to do it. Just one