[ WP ] A genie will grant you one wish . You wish to be the adult your younger self imagined you would be .

`` How young?'' The genie asked, perplexed by my decision. 
 
 `` Six,'' I reply confidently, feeling it was the appropriate mixture of childhood fantasy and an understanding of reality. 
 
 `` And you're sure about this one? You do n't want to just be your own ideal?'' 
 
 `` My ideal has since been corrupted. We're doing this.'' 
 
 He sighed heavily, `` Alright, your wish your rules, but someone's gon na need to find the lamp again before this gets fixed up. I'm not going to be around, you know, to help you adjust.'' 
 
 As sparks shot from his fingertips and lights seemed to envelope the world, I refused to close my eyes. They burned with the brightness of it, yes, but I would not shut my eyes to the brilliance of my childhood dreams coming true. What would I be? A fireman? A professional videogamer? A superhero? So many things I had wanted so long ago. My eyes were watering now, and tears streamed down my face. Finally, when I could take no more, I squeezed them shut. 
 
 There was a great rush of air, and all was silent. Things were different. I could feel it in my bones, from my nose to my tail. 
 
 I flicked open one set of eyelids, and then the other, and cast my gaze around my city. People stared at me in awe and alarm. Cell phones were slowly raised, photos and videos taken. Someone started screaming, and the crowd began to move outward, flowing away from me in terror. Police officers ran toward me or away at random, some deciding that their pay-grade just was not high enough to deal with the present situation. I ignored the officers and their guns as I spread my great wings and left the surface. The winds from my escape shattered windows and floored those who had chosen to remain. As I soared higher, I let you a great gout of flame ahead of me. 
 
 I was a motherfucking dragon, and that's the way it was meant to be.
