Changing Dreams

As a little body growing up in a rural setting in the 80s,  each time I saw  an airplane fly across the sky I dreamt to one day fly to the moon or better still to heaven. If  I had to make one wish to God , then it was to make me "fly like a bird" or "swim like a fish". Today my dreams have changed. How I wish there were other safer alternatives than flying in a plane! The thought of boarding an airplane even triggers electric shock waves down my spine. My eagerness of getting into a plane has been transformed into an anxiety of aerophobia wishing to quickly land when I am obliged to be in one. Now I fear travelling and the hodophobia increases with time. If I choose to go by land the automobile might crash breaking my bones; if I use the the ship, it may make a head on collision with an iceberg and  sink rendering my body food for water creatures. If I go on foot my feet will hurt. My childhood dreams of flying in the sky or sailing in the sea are gradually fading. I am acquainting myself to my new life-style of travel aversiveness. May be until there are newer and safer travelling alternatives.
Our dreams change as life changes!