I forgot to add that the small pictures are found on www.free-stock-photos.com...frame and stars are found in lightbulb and frame gallery in PI8

hi son..u did fantastic at picking the right graphics for your image...the words to describe what flying means to you is right on! Hey at least my watching it brought some good out of it for ya..lol..again excellent eye you have...and making images on your own you will be able to do very soon...had a blast working with you on this...hugs and kisses..Love ya MOM

Execellent image well done for you second image your coming along...it came out great...keep it up!!! Mike

I agree an excellent image I would have to have lots of help just think you already have the gifted teacher at home Nicely done Hugs Susan~

dreams become real when you reach for the stars and study realy hard in school

I have a little story for you, when I was a young girl, back in the day. My father was a baseball couch, and my twin bother was a pitcher, left handed at that. Boy, could he throw that ball, came at you like a streak of lightening. Well I being a girl and was not meant to play baseball with the boys, but I dreamed of just playing the game, with my father and my brother, it was not a matter of playing with the boys to me, maybe to others but not to me. Therefore, I wanted to be the catcher even though I was horrified of the ball coming at me, at the speed my bother would throw it. At home, you see he attempted to have me catch for him on occasions, as I would offer, so he could practice on his own time. I missed them left and right, and I was doing some serious dodging and blocking, but I kept trying A bit of my father, his story, and baseball. When he found out my mother was having twins he was excited because at that time one his dreams was to have a pitcher and a catcher be his own children, his sons, and he be the coach. He never told anyone this (It was not till later I found out.) he just kept it to himselfWell he got a boy and a girl, but he still loved me just the same and he never really gave up his dream, only set it aside for a bit. Anyhow one day when I was doing this attempting thing on my own to catch the ball for my brother, and decided I wanted to learn and I really wanted my dream, at that time to play baseball with my brother and my father, as that was evident, at my persistence after my brothers friends, and my friends kept reminding me constantly that girls don't play baseball and it is even against the rules for them to be on a team, girls have softball to play, and that there are reasons for this, and of course being struck by this same fast ball in the field often trying to catch for my brother (no protection at the time just two kids passing the ball in the field.) my brother would throw, more then once (OUCH! might I add.) and still I hobbling sometimes, would take my position in front of him, squat with my mitt in the air as a sign for my brother to throw again. He would tease me, (as dad was not around to see him pitching to me and even worse me missing and sometimes even being struck by the ball, for we both knew if dad knew he would of been angry.) by him saying aloud upon the mound; " Sis, do you still want some of this?" As I would reply aloud stubborn as I was, (and still am a bit)"bring it!" followed by a fun chuckle and then the fear would set in, but I stood my ground, unless of course I felt the sudden need to attempt a dodge or block"Smile" Soon my father noticed while out washing his car one day, as he saw us in the field, and took me off one afternoon for a talk. I just knew I was in trouble. But no, he did not yell, he was not mad, or anything like that only a bit worried about me, so what he did do was ask me many questions; to be sure, this was something I really wanted for me. When he realized that yes indeed this is what I wanted he decided he would do all he could to insure I was allowed to play. Therefore, he took me and my brother to the field one day, put all the equipment on me and said practice. We did, and still I had the same problems. Finally, he pulled me off to the side and said, "Robbin, this game is hard, and it is going to be hard, and maybe even harder on you for you are a girl, and you're seen as different in this game by many, but only one thing I want to know from you, is Do you want to catch that ball?" I replied, "Yes dad I do." He then said to me, "Robbin that ball is like any dream or goal you would have in your life time that you want to reach, all you have to do is have faith, and keep your eye on it and you will catch it every time with out fail no matter how fast it is moving or who is throwing it. No matter what remember to keep your eye on it" So I took my place behind the batter in our first game together, and when the current pitcher or my brother threw that ball, no matter how fast or at what angle it was moving at me, I caught it every time, (except of course when the batter hit it, which was not often, what can I say, my brother was a good pitchersmile.) Moreover, even in playing jokingly to this day, as our father has passed on now and we are much older when we get a chance to get together for a game of baseball in the field with our own family (which is not often, for we are so far apart now.) my twin brother will stand on an imaginary mound and say "Hey Sis, You want some of this?" In addition, as I am squatted behind the batter I will say "Bring it!" My father reached his dream by keeping his eye on the ball and recognizing his opportunity when it was there no matter how odd it might of appeared to the rest of the world, he had faith and he caught the ball, caught just another one of his dreams, and I reached one of my dreams at that time also (as many others after that day too.) by doing the same thing having faith, and keeping my eye on the ball/dream. Therefore, the moral of this story is, have faith, and always keep your eye on the ball/dream, and you will catch it every time! My best to you, and yours, and god bless you too! The picture is beautiful, thank you for sharing!

Never lose sight of your dream, because as is said, "If you can dream it, you can do it..."