• Five-Year-Old’s Dream

    Five-Year-Old’s Dream

    When I was five, I didn’t want to be a firefighter, an astronaut, or even a superhero. I wanted to be a garbageman. Not because I had some deep understanding of sanitation logistics or civic responsibility, but because garbagemen got to ride on the back of the truck. To my young eyes, that wasn’t a…

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