Time Warp

Technology has come so far. I remember being about twelve years old and wishing I could create the artwork in my head. I could hear the music, see the pictures, feel the ambiance. At the time I had a record player and a wondrous thing called a transistor radio that was my very own. I remember sitting at my Dad's old college desk late at night, ear plugged into music, writing under the puddle of light that came from an old lamp I had scavenged from the third floor playroom. The only problem was getting enough paper.

I painstakingly tried to create living scenarios on those sheets of paper. Pieces from my inner world that would someday be read by people who would actually be there with me in this particular time warp. But, I was twelve years old and pouring your thoughts out at that age is a very risky business, so I carefully hollowed out a space in one of the big old books my Dad had discarded and hid them away. I don't remember it getting too full and I don't remember whatever became of it, or the papers I put in there. I don't even really remember what I wrote, but I wrote a lot of it. I wish I could peek back at the me who was then.

Today it is so much easier to recreate a moment. I have a digital camera, music on my computer and a place to write that does not require paper! Still, the thoughts come from the same place and the need to communicate them into some sort of "solid" form is just as strong - the riskiness is still a bit of a concern too, only now I don't hide them away in an old musty book. I stash them on my little flash drive (and who knows, maybe someday they will be read by people stepping back into this moment in time.)