Originally Posted by Madone59

The trip I had been dreaming about since before I knew I was dreaming had happened and it was darn near perfect, but it was over. I may have to wait 30 years for my son to want to go some place with me, for my him to need to see my old footprints. The joy of getting what you want, when what you want isn't material, but is a feeling is wrapped in the deep sadness that you can't have it again. Not the way you imagined it, not in its original purity. My dream became a reality, and now my dream is a memory which as I walked on that bus ever so slightly began to fade.