Who I am vs Who I've been

In preschool I was the girl playing soccer with the boys. In elementary, I was the girl doodling idly on her notebook, looking out the window, being told off by the teacher in order to pay attention. In middle school I was the "alien", the foreign student, that struggled to fit in without any success. In high school I found my niche and was the skinny smart bookworm that cried every time I got anything less than an A and lent the homework for my friends to copy. In College I was the ONLY girl. (Games Design... really?) Today I am the girl that goes to the Kung Fu Dojo everyday, sings all the bloody time and I have my nose stuck in either a book or a sudoku puzzle half my free time. Guess I have always been a tad different, in more ways than one. Weird, perhaps. Still, all I ever was I still am and will be in a way, always changing and yet strangely the same. I keep the old dreams close to my heart, you know, the ones every one is pretty much born with, the ones that make you cry if you think about not achieving them. The ones that keep you awake on some lonely Tuesday night, and that you can't shake off. Sure, I may be getting older, but I know that I am never growing up. One good thing about it is that I can be as stubborn as a three year old that wants to follow her dream, and no one can get in my way and tell me I can't. Because I can. I can almost feel the stars clutched in my fists, and I am holding on for dear life. I will follow my dreams. Just watch me.