After the exercise we performed in class, I started to think about where I would go if I could trave back in time. The first things that came to my mind were large scale events in history that I thought it would be fun to witness. I thought maybe Woodstock would be a trip to be at, just frying and listening to music. I also thought it would be pretty cool to go back and see the first time man walked on the moon, or to be in Times Square when World War II ended and people were celebrating in the streets. These events in history would be surreal, and the euphoric atmosphere would be quite a scene to behold.
As I thought of it more and more though, I decided that if I were to go back in time, I would rather go back into my past and alter some of the decisions I have made. I wouldn't alter any big decisions, because that in turn might alter my future and I am pretty content with where I am now at this point in my life. I would go back and make tiny adjustments, and try to alter little mistakes that I made throughout my life. I would go back to when I was in the eighth grade and tell myself not to pluck my eyebrows so thin. I could save myself from looking like a crackwhore for an entire year. It was very unflattering, and I wish I knew that then. I would also go back in time and tell myself not to date half the boys I dated. Some of the guys I dated were just big tool bags, and just a huge waste of time and tears. They didn't change my life, and I didn't learn anything from them, so I would change that in an instant. I would also go back to my early adolescence and tell my preteen self not to be too concerned with what my friends thought. That was something that was definitely a burden to myself when I was growing up, and something that really was a waste of time. In a years time, I wasn't even friends with half of the people whose opinion I held so highly, so it really was a waste of time.
Othere than these instances, I don't think I would change anything about my life. Nor do I think I would travel through time to witness anything in my life. It would be too painful to witness my awkward moments, and I remember my saddest and happiest moments so vividly that I do not need to go back in time and witness them.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
9/11 memory
I have many memories about 9/11, but my most vivid was probably the day that it happened. I can clearly remember that school had just started, and I was in the eighth grade. It was my eigth grade boyfriend's birthday, and I made him brownies the night before to bring to school. I had just come out of the shower, when my mother came downstairs and was really wound up over whatever was on the news. I really wasn't that concerned about it, and I just sort of ignored my mom because she always gets excited over the news. But when I went upstairs to eat my breakfast, I remember the television was on and it was showing that clip of the plane actually flying into the building. I just remember seeing that and being so bewildered. I remember thinking holy cow, a plane REALLY just flew into a building. It was just so strange. I didn't know what was going on, and if a plane just flew into the building by accident or what was going on. Then my mom told me it was an attack and I just was confused. I don't think the weight of the situation really registered with me. I didn't think 9/11 was tragic or earth-shattering when I found out, or even in the next day that followed. I remember just thinking it was very odd, and that what was going on was just so crazy. I also remember all the kids at school talking about what had just happened and them not really understanding the significance of what had just happened either. We were all just stunned. All the kids that had to present current events that day did that one, and our teacher spent time talking about it and asked us how we felt. It was just so surreal, and I can not believe that I remember everything so clearly, because I have a terrible memory and seven years ago is a long time. But I don't think I will ever forget that day, or seeing that image on television.
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