Sunday, November 1, 2015

Nanowrimo 2015

Everyone's parents tell them they are special.  When we're young, it's vital that we build a strong sense of self confidence.  That self confidence and the encouragement of it was something I was never lacking as a child. My parents told me how special I was every single day.  If I was anyone else, it would have been mostly meaningless.  But it was different because I was me.  My parents weren't just telling me I was special because they were my parents and they loved me.  They were telling me I was special because I had told them I was.

Okay, maybe a little more explanation is required here.  I was born on January 27, 2098 in a small village in the European Union.  My parents were as proud as any parents could be, but their pride and joy turned to confusion and wonder and eventually back to pride during that first year of my life.

It was February 15, 2098 when my parents got a very surprising visit from a strange young woman claiming to be me from the future. At first they assumed the woman was crazy, as any danger people would, but I can be very persuasive and I eventually persuaded them to at least consider what I had to say.  You may have guessed from how I phrased that last statement that it really was me who came to visit my parents. I know because I've passed that point in my personal timeline. As I grew up, the story of my visit was just a story.  Now, it's one of my strangest memories.

When I knocked on my parents' door on that cool winter day in 2098, I was nervous.  I was about to be an active part of the stories my parents had given me growing up, the stories of how special I was and how I was destined to correct the cost course of human history. This was a critical moment on my past and now it was becoming part of my present.  What if I messed it all up?  Logically, I knew I couldn't possibly mess it up or else I wouldn't be standing there worrying about messing it up. Yet, it's hard to be fully logical when you're a time traveler. It's easy to get scared.  And this was only my third trip.

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