My American dream has changed over the years. Our teachers in school focused hard on teaching us about having our own American dreams in my rural-Pennsylvanian grade school. They always focused on shooting for whatever goal we wanted to achieve. After all, we lived in America already, so we could do anything. My dream used to revolve around on my affinity for music and a talent for words. As I got older, I realized where my other talents and strengths are. Now my dream is to help as many people as I can. I work as an entry-level mental health field worker and I can list a million different ways that it is broken and harmed and exclusive to youth and young adults who don't know how to navigate it. My American dream is to fix a broken system to make it better for everyone, not just myself.