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When I was small, really small maybe four or five I wanted to be Elvis Presley, not be like him but be him. I loved him so much and could sing all his songs off by heart, I even tried to perfect the lip curl, the hip bumps and manly swagger. All to no effect as my blond-hair-blue-eyed-curly-haired-cuteness always overruled my imperfect Elvis imitation.

But then so did my desire to be a journalist, another dream of mine since the age of four, I have no idea if I thought I could be Elvis the singing reporter or if I was going to lead a double life, writer by day Elvis by night. Anyway, I use to pull up my miniature chair and table to sit in front of the telly and write down what the news was telling me, even though I couldn’t write and understood very little of what was being said. In crafts I would turn cereal boxes into odd looking typewriters and spend hours upon hours taking notes in squiggly hand writing that no one could read, not even me.

I also wanted to have dimples, so I sat for hours in class pushing the pointy end of a pencil, pen or even ruler into my cheeks in the complete and utter belief that one day the indent would stay. I would have been happy with just one but all I ended up with was sore, stained cheeks, but surprisingly no lead poisoning.

Shirley Temple was another idol of mine. I thought that if she could make it as a star so could I. It never occurred to me that she had been at her peak in the 30s and 40s and that she lived in Hollywood. I really believed that if I sat on the swing in our back-garden in Dublin and sang at the top of my voice an agent would discover me and I would be the next singing and dancing six-year-old it-girl.

I never became Elvis or a new Miss Temple, I really don’t sing that well, I still don’t have dimples and a star is only something I see at night and sadly my handwriting hasn’t really improved much either. Today my dreams have changed although being a journalist  and working in the media is the one that has always stayed and I’ve pursued with varying degrees of success.

But when I look back on what I use to believe was possible and what impossibilities I have at times overcome I think is is well worth believing in the impossible and make it possible, dreaming big and defying impossible possibilities.