Dream Collector
Wendy was a happy girl,but she didn’t have a hobby.
All her friends had hobbies,but she didn’t have one.
Her friend Julie liked to play the violin.
Her friend Michelle liked to collect dolls.
But Wendy didn’t play any instruments and her room wasn’t big enough to collect anything.
One day,Wendy was with her grandma.
She asked to her grandma.
“Grandma,what’s your hobby?”
Wendy’s grandma smiled a great big smile.
“You know,for many years,I didn’t think I had a hobby.”
“All my friends had hobbies,but I didn’t have one.One of my friends liked to play the piano.One of my friends liked to collect postcards.”
“But I didn’t play any instruments and I didn’t have a room big enough to collect anything.”
“But,then one day,I asked my grandmother what she collected.And she told me she was a dream collector.”
“Dreams don’t take up any space,so you will always have enough room.Dreams don’t require any special skills.”
“Dreams can’t be stolen.And dreams can last forever.My grandma had many dreams in her collection.”
Wendy thought for a moment.She was a good dreamer.
She already had many dreams in her collection.And then she understood;she had always been a dream collector.
She looked at her grandma and smiled.“Grandma,I’m a dream collector,too.”