OPINION: Follow your DREAM
The sunlight came in through the shades, shaking me from my dream. But as a 6-year-old, that just meant Saturday morning cartoons. I sprang up and dashed to the living room. As I turned on the television, there he was : a blue-and-red blur flying across the screen. Soon after, the iconic “S” came into focus: SUPERMAN. By far, my favorite superhero.
I liked him for his abilities. Who wouldn’t? He was super strong and able to fly. But my connection was deeper. He was more than a hero, he was an immigrant who left his home and came to the United States. He left everything and adapted to this new place.
And, best of all, he used this experience to become stronger and protect others, standing for “TRUTH, JUSTICE and the AMERICAN WAY.” Leaping from couch to couch in pajamas, I dreamed of one day being able to protect people, too. I dreamed of growing into someone lived in America.