Being the age I am, which is only 13 years old, I thought writing a biography about myself would be simple. I mean I am only 5,057 days old, how much could I have really experienced? Well according to just about every adult I've ever met, not much. It seems as though people who are grown can no longer remember the glories of their youth and the lack of responsibility they once embraced. Let me tell you, it's annoying. The criticism many other people my age and I have received from others who are older than we are is infuriating, although sometimes necessary. Yet I feel as though young people with bright hopes for their futures are frowned upon in this day and age by people who have tried and failed. This is coming from someone growing up in this age of technology where sharing your ideas can be done with just the tapping of a small button on a light-up screen, and I can tell you many things. I could be writing an essay about myself right now, or I could be writing an essay on how sleep deprivation can cause teenagers to develop mental illnesses. Yet I am only doing one of those things, to the slightest. I was born in Minnesota and still live here now. I personally don't feel any connection to the area itself, but only to the people. I am only in 8th grade and hope to graduate high school as an honor roll student. I have been in varsity track and cross country since I was in 7th grade, but that doesn't matter much. I plan on moving out of state for college to go to med school, and eventually getting a degree in pediatric oncology. After that, I should hopefully find success in my career and live a happy life with whomever my family might be. That is all you need to know about me. Now, let me tell you that if you are someone over the age of 18 reading that, you probably thought that was funny. The reason for that being the fact that I am 13 years old, how could I possibly have my whole future planned already? That's, of course, impossible, which I understand. But isn't it a breath of fresh air to hear a young girl talk about her dreams so confidently as if she has no doubts they won't come true? I would hope so. When I tell people what I hope to do with my life they are generally surprised, yet supportive. Then the questions come flying at me like bullets. People will ask me things such as how I plan to pay for my 10+ years of schooling, or how I'm going to complete my residency. Well, the truth is, I don't know yet. And that's just the glory of being young that adults just can't seem to remember. The best part truly is not knowing what is going to happen next. If only all the adults in the world who have lost hope in their dreams, could go back to their youth and remember how it felt to not know. How it felt to have all these holes in your future plans, but not having to worry about them yet and just trusting that everything would fall perfectly into place even though for a lot of people it never will. Even those people who did have there future go as they hoped, and are doing well, can't seem to remember why they started doing what they are in the first place. For all the adults out there who probably won't ever see this, I hope that you can remember again someday, or that you are one of the few who already do. So the next time a little girl or boy tells you what their dreams are, instead of going along with it blindly pretending to be supportive when you truly don't believe it will happen; or telling them all the ways their plans could possibly go wrong. Help them get there. I challenge you to do whatever you can to help that young boy or girl reach that goal, no matter how unrealistic it may seem to you. Because to them, to me, and the rest of the youth, they are possible. Even though the only thing they might be able to tell you is, “I just want to be a doctor.”