Who would have known: Printing

Somewhere, in the deep recesses of my mind, I knew that this university had a printing store. The fact was, in fact, in an extremely deep recess. Little did I really know how, for lack of a more eloquent word, awesome, of a printing store it is.

"Would you mind running down to the Printing Store and picking up my orders?" - said a professor during my shift.
"Why yes, I would love to!" - me
"Printing store!!!, hmmm.... I'll call the Hub. Natural instinct. Ah, so it really does exist!" - my thinking


So, off I go to the "Printing Store."

Oh, and how marvelous a sight it was to see such happenings, organization, and efficiency! And there I was, instantly, taking in the aroma of paper hot off the printing press. As a child, I wanted to do many things, two of which included 1. sailing the seas, braving the pirates (Carry On, Mr. Bowditch, Master and Commander, Swiss Family Robinson, etc.) and being a cartographer, and 2. being an apprentice under the great Johannes Gutenberg.

I feel as though my brief presence in such a place fulfilled a small part of that childhood dream.

So, Kudos to you, ye printing store.

Take it or leave it, but at least think about how much rich substance childhood dreams had compared to your dreams are now.

Why can't we be children forever...
Buddy, I'll tell you why, because any childlike dream is perceived to be "childlike" and not "adult-like." Are my dreams to ridiculous to you. Do you doubt their importance. You're telling me that I can't obtain my dreams. Thanks society. Imagination is everything.

"It is nothing but our personal weakness that makes us content with what others, or we ourselves have discovered in this quest for knowledge." Thank you, Montaigne.