
My daughter...she's upstairs with her two best friends working on a dance number for the school talent show. In her mind, she's dance floor magic. Given the right song she can entertain a cafeteria full of elemenary school kids with very little effort. After all, she's got the moves she's acquried from her Just Dance Kids Wii game. She's got nothing to fear.
Me...I'm downstairs playing my guitar. In my mind, I'm a rockstar. Hand me my 1/4 size, closer to Fisher Price than Gibson, guitar and I can go unplugged with the best of them.
The truth...both of us may be a bit delusional.
The other truth...it doesn't matter.
9 year olds get this "other truth." 35 year olds can too.
Today I'm a rockstar. Tomorrow I'm a...