When Martin Luther King proclaimed unforgettably, “I have a dream,” that August day in 1963, I was barely thirteen. I didn’t actually hear him say it that day. But even just hearing about it made my skin tingle…and still does. Dreams were clearly how really important things began and I very much wanted to do something important someday. But I didn’t have a dream. I had never had one. And suddenly I knew I lacked something vital.