My Failure to Launch A child like no other, I dreamed. I eagerly took Disney's words to heart as my wandering imagination found solace in the world of fantasy. To my delight, stories of princesses, wizards, and dwarves opened up a world of possibilities and promised me the sky was the limit. My imagination became the foundation on which my life rested. After seeing Peter Pan and Wendy fly without wings for the first time, I seized the opportunity to challenge the sky. Curious and stubborn, I set out to demonstrate what every seven-year-old held dear as I ventured on a flight fueled by faith, trust and a little pixie dust. To my surprise, it was that fateful autumn day when the chapter of my childhood fantasies ended. My direct flight to Neverland instead landed me headlong into reality. Once again I looked out the window. Once again I saw the fluttering wings of birds near the horizon. But this time I whispered to my sleeping parents: "Today I will fly to Neverland." I began frantically rummaging around the house, looking for what I believed had the power to make me fly. By the time I was done, the house was in ruins. If my parents had not been fast asleep, the wings of my childhood imagination would have been torn away from me at that moment. As I clumsily held my wand in one hand and my trusty jar of baking powder scribbled magic dust into the other, I valiantly climbed to the top of my tallest tower; in reality that tower was simply a cabinet with a height slightly higher than the floor. Fearing that a pinch of magic dust would have no effect, I dabbed myself with several handfuls of baking powder. I was about to fly. Looking triumphantly at the floor, I jumped. For a moment I was suspended in the air,... in the middle of the paper... lifeless. Having discovered myself as a victim and benefactor of idealism, I believe I am now better equipped to use my imagination to reorganize and challenge the traditionally established values ​​in our society. My childhood fantasies made the time pass. As a result, time has made my childhood fantasies pass. Ironically, my failure to throw myself into the world of Peter Pan triggered my intellectual and physical growth. Even if I closed the window to only glimpse the world of Peter Pan, I will dare to fly again. Leaving behind the stage of blind faith and madness, I will now fly with reason and talent like the wind beneath my wings. Some say that one of the first major advances in the process of intellectual maturation is taking a step towards harsh reality. With the taste of yeast on my lips, my experience was very different. Instead I dove into that side of reality.