The cool spring breeze brushed through my hair carrying the scent of freshly blooming flowers. The sun beamed like a proud god and it's golden rays kissed my cheeks. It was the perfect day. The perfect day for a walk around the neighborhood. Surprisingly, the streets were not busy at all. What time is it? It is already 9am. Where's the traffic? Where's the pollution? Why are birds singing instead of cars honking? Unusual is not the word I would use to describe such a scene. This kind of quietness, calmness I would say is probably extinct, gone, wiped out from the face of mankind. What is going on?
Everyone seems to be in such good spirits. Teenagers weren't rowdy, in fact they were very polite. One teenager even went out of his way just to help an old lady push her grocery cart and load her groceries into her car. I rub my eyes in disbelief.
When I got home I had gotten a letter from an old friend. I haven't received a letter in ages. Sure, there's email and facebook messages but it's been ages since I had actually gotten a real letter in the mail. It was such an exciting feeling to open the envelope and read the handwritten letter from my friend. Inside there were a few stickers, just perfect to add to my sticker collection. Wait, where is my sticker collection anyway? There was also a bookmark and a handmade friendship bracelet.
All of sudden my hand started to hurt really bad. And then in the blink of an eye I was staring at my bedroom ceiling. Oh it was all but a dream.
All day long I couldn't help but think, what would it be like if I lived in the past, maybe 1920's? That would be great. Who knows? Anything is possible, maybe not right now but maybe in a few years from now. Back then computers didn't exist and people had to actually be in the same place and same time to actually see each other, unlike now with the help of modern technology friends and family are but a computer away.
Sure modern technology is awesome and I am so dependent on my computer and cellphone, but I think life might actually be sweeter if things were simple. Life is sweeter with actual human touch, you know, taking the time to make handwritten letters, when dinner time actually meant sitting together with your family and eating together and talking with each other for an hour and not just your quick fast food meals.
My grammy. I would love to have lived during her time. I love how make up wasn't so complicated. I loved how makeup consisted of red lipstick, blush and eyelash curler.
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How exciting to receive snail mail. I was looking through old journals and realized just how my handwriting has changed over the years. Oh and I also noticed how just by glancing at my handwriting I could tell what emotional state I was in when writing certain journal entries. You could tell if I was sad, mad or happy.
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When curvy was sexy.
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When it was okay to ride a bike without coming home coughing from all the pollution you inhaled.
Can someone please make me a time machine? Hehehehe
