From high above the mountain to the depths below the Congo, the world is full of wonder. From the Whos down in Whoville to the Munchkins in Oz, everyone has a dream. To dream and to wonder. It may not be the American Dream, but it is a dream. It may not be a dream remembered, but it is a dream. I wonder what I dream about when I don’t remember my dreams. I wonder how those around me feel about their dreams, too. Do they remember them? Do they not? Whatever the case, everyone has a sense of wonder, and children have a bigger sense of wonder than adults, still getting acclimated to the environments in which they are growing up. Bright eyes, big eyes, bug eyes like a kid in a candy store: that’s what dreams are. That’s how one wonders. Seven wonders of the world. All on different people’s bucket lists, all dreams so many cannot accomplish or reach. One may wonder how they came here, how the wonders were made, but I wonder if that’s the real reason they are the wonders of the world. And why seven? Seven is supposedly a lucky number, and seven is 5+2. Seven is the name of a thriller movie with a huge twist. Seven days of the week. July is the seventh month. One becomes a teenager in the seventh grade. Seven wonders of the world. I wonder why.
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