Everyday staring out the window, looking out at the pale light of the moon. Wishing that one day I could be a someone. A someone that everyone knows. A hero, not like in cartoons or tv, like a doctor, firer fighter, or a soldier. I wish I could be one of them. Helping the world one small deed at a time. But like always reality come back and looking down at the stubs under my covers I knew this dream can not come true. But I still dream that one day I can become a someone.