Hatshepsut. Pharaoh of Egypt long before we called it Egypt. I always wanted to be her, because she was powerful enough to dress as a man and no one questioned her. Well, I couldn’t. So I settled for watching this show.
It takes little for us to forget the dreams of our youth and settle for the world’s views. What memories keep your inner child alive? What shows or stories do you hold most dear?
I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments below.