Wait...I Have A Bucket List??

I saw a link to a slideshow of the wild horses on Assateague Island today. I remember reading Misty of Chincoteague by Marguerite Henry as a kid--maybe 8--and ever since then I've always dreamed of visiting Chincoteague and Assateague islands. This slideshow reminded me of it, though I think of it every few years, in completely non-sequitur thought strings.

Now I really want to go again, and we're so much closer than we've ever been before. And we even have some friends living in Virginia--they could go with us! It would be a blast.

This is the first time it's dawned on me that this is a life-long dream. Something that I will almost assuredly do someday--even if it's far in the future. (Hello, I've been thinking about it for 20 years already, so I think I can hold on another 20 if I need to.) This is the first time I've ever really recognized something as being on my bucket list. So, I have a bucket list. Only I guess it's more of a shallow dish list, since there's only one thing in it. I mean, I have other things I've always wanted to do, but they're things I don't know will ever be possible, so I don't want to think of them as things that need to be done before I pop off. That would just be disappointing.