And then I wonder who Im looking at. All these people must have their dreams too. And maybe thats why theyre on the bus to New York City. Maybe they want to be dancers or singers or run big companies or sell inventions. Its strange to try to think of everyone else like that like my brain isnt big enough to hold all their stories together inside my head and it makes me feel wobbly to try and imagine all the hopes and dreams that fill up this bus.

Sometimes Casey people spend their whole lives living for a dream they cant have. And these people are so busy so greedy for their dream that they forget all the good things they already have.

If Gran says Reach for the stars--that way if you miss youll land on the moon then Mama says If you spend all your time reaching for the stars dont come crying to me when you walk right into a tree.

But dreams dont just come true not really. They come true and then they get bigger.