Obviously my first passion in life is film. But long ago, when I was still a "child," I had Olympic dreams. My days were consumed with cartwheels, backhandsprings, and dreams of flying. I longed for an Olympic gold medal. My favorite gymnast was Shannon Miller. Now, almost 20, I can look back and realize how naive of a dream it was. But, aside from the childish pursuit of my endeavors, I continue to love the sport. Most recently, my best friend Megan and I went to Anaheim, California for the 2003 World Championships. It was one of the greatest experiences of my life. It's hard to explain to someone who has never been involved with the sport, but gymnastics truly is a fascinating sport. Most who become involved with it, stay involved with it in one way or another. Although my dream right now is to become an actress or head a production studio...or something along those lines...I will always have a fire burning in the back of my brain. There will always be a special place in my heart for this sport. The determination, the pursuit of the impossible, the demand for creative perfection...all of these persist till this day in everything I do. Without gymnastics, I would not be the overachiever that I am. And I certainly would not be as serious a performer as I am. I plan to stay involved as long as I can in any way possible -- coaching, opening a gym, commentating, or even writing a screenplay about my experiences in the sport.

It sounds sappy, but we never forget our first childhood delusions of grandeur. Those dreams were the purest, filled with raw energy and utter joy that, despite our best efforts, cannot quite measure up to the rest of our life achievements. As Wordsworth put it: