I was a child who constantly made wishes. Whether it was upon a star, blowing a dandelion, or throwing shiny pennies into fountains, I was enchanted by the idea of making dreams come to life. I thought that if I closed my eyes really tight and believed, I just may find the gold at the end of the rainbow or my lifelong crush would be mine if my last daisy petal said so. Today, I still make a wish every time I blow out birthday candles or see a shooting star. There is something so magical and pure about a wish, and I like to think that they really do come true.
Do you wish?