Forgotten dreams

Growing up we all wanted to be something. Firemen, a doctor, a pilot, a writer. These dreams often were born from someone else's ideas or stories. Today at work my childhood dream came back to me from out of a random conversation. I wanted to be a BMX racer. My brothers and the kids in my neighborhood would build bikes from all the parts from our old bikes. We would trade tires, seats, forks, frames, handlebars, brakes, pedals, and pegs. Then we would paint them to our liking with whatever paint we could conjure up from various sheds, garages, and basements.We were the original east coast choppers! We often had the strangest looking bikes, and before the technical knowledge was really there, I remember taking quite a few "diggers" when one would spontaneously combust while riding. My dream came from continuously watching the movie "RAD". Which, if I had to say; was a really rad movie. A normal kid with a paper route, goes on to beat the pro racers and everyone cheers. How could you not want to race bikes! Everyone was gonna cheer for me! I used to take the smallest jump out in the road and I felt like I flew ten feet in the air. But unfortunately my coolest tricks consisted of the wheelie, bunny hop, endo, and the 10 second no hands. Pretty sure that my goals in life have changed since then. I think I have gotten wiser to the real world. However I think a big goal of mine now is to track down a copy of that movie.....That would be RAD!