Life's too short to waste our dreams

My siblings and I grew up on a farm, and we lived in a very small town. We had a single traffic light that was a flashing red signal. We had a small hometown pharmacy, small grocery store, and a gas station. When I was a kid, I remember going to the gas station to buy my dad beer and cigarettes. Back then, they didn’t care if you were old enough to smoke or drink. I don’t think that the laws changed until I was a teenager. My sister always wanted to leave the farm and move to the city. She dreamed of dancing on Broadway. My parents couldn’t afford expensive dance classes like ballet and tap, but my sister watched lots of videos at the library. My parents didn’t think that her dream would ever come true, and they weren’t very supportive. I always knew that my sister would find a way to make those dreams a reality. My sister and I lead very different lives. I work for a heating and A/C repair company, but she managed to become a dancer. Every once in a while, I travel to the city to watch her perform. The rest of the time, I’m stuck in our small hometown. I don’t mind living in a small area, and I like my job at the heating and air conditioning repair company. I often travel to the city for commercial heating and Air Conditioning repairs. Sometimes I get to stop in and have lunch with my sister. I’m really glad that she persevered and followed her dreams. At least one of us will have a cool story to tell our kids.