When I was young, I thought I could be Superman. I was in awe of his superpowers, his strength, and his flight. As I grew up, reality proved it was impossible, and I found myself often overthinking rules and the chance of failure in everything I do. My dreams and hopes have dulled, but at times, I do feel that boundaries constrain us and that we stop dreaming, no matter how absurd they sound. We cease to nurture our inner child that thought everything was possible. I wish I could go back in time and be a child again, so I can dream of all the impossible, of being superman again.