My Secret Passage

I have always wanted a house with a secret passage, though I had forgotten this particular daydream. I want to be able to sneak from my work in the Study to get a snack in the Kitchen. I suppose no one would stop me if I didn't lurk through the walls to the other end of the house, but the opportunity simply sounds fun.

Where did that dream go? It isn't necessarily a secret passage. It could be the awesome treehouse, that has a rope swing and a zipline to the back door of the house; it could be the giant library with thousands of books and those ladders on rails that roll down a wall of shelves. Why don't we think or share those dreams anymore?

I understand that most of us will never get to realize those fantastic dreams, even if we still held fast to them. The logistics of developing and creating them would be complex and expensive, but that fact has never stopped people from dreaming of a Ferrari with permanent lens flair and sparkle parked in their garage. Sure, the passage/treehouse/band of books would not be very useful to modern adults. Still, lack of use doesn't stop us from buying clothing or gadgets which are used twice that clutter our closets and garages.

Do we really lose interest in our grandiose childhood dreams? I don't think so: I think we write them off as silly and childish. But why? These dreams are not shameful. The opposite, they make people smile. Make a point to remember the hidden hallways or the trapdoored treehouses; in fact, maybe even tell a friend.