
This was the photo of the horrible drawing I drew 25 years ago. There was the elementary school's class reunion last month. But I didn't go because I don't like to socialize with some people I haven't seen for a decade. I am sure you try to carry on the conversation and give them a weird smile while you are still not sure whom you are talking to. I was on vacation actually. Anyway, 25 years ago, in our elementary school, there was this event to store things in a vacuumed big atomic bomb shelter looking time capsule... In there, they got our own drawing of ourselves, and messages to ourselves 25 years later. They also had essays written by ourselves what we would be doing 25 years later... My friend kindly took every crappy things of mine from the vacuumed time capsule and gave these to me last night. (He is actually a homo but that's another story) Yes, this is supposed to be me when I was 6. The message to myself now (25 years later from then) was really horrible. "Are you still alive?" God, I was that cool and non-romantic back then? Even though the essay about what I thought I'd be doing 25 years later was very embarrassing, I was able to see "me" in each letter I wrote. Then, I realized "my personality hasn't changed much ever since then". When I looked at these things and talked with my friend about elementary school days, I was embarrassed, felt nostaligic, and happy at the same time. I am older but I am still happy. I hope I will be still happy 25 years later from now (even if I am dead). :-) I hope you are happy and will remain happy, too! This was definitely a weird gift from 25 years ago... Anyway,
Have a happy weekend!
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