Yellow Duckie...

If I were to choose between going into the past to change one aspect of my life or to go into the future, I would most definitely go back into the past. There was an incident that happened to me that still depresses me to this day. Even though it was an accident- I feel guilt years later. What happened was when I was a young girl I went on a trip to Serbia for the first time. My family had a small house and some animal’s there- not any big animals, just some chickens, ducks and so on. I enjoyed being among the animals and played with them all the time. When I arrived, there were baby ducklings and of course I would try and chase them and play. There were about 12 ducklings that all ran around together, yet at one point as I was chasing them, one turned around. Instead of running forward away from me, the little duck ran at me. I couldn’t slow down and stop since it all happened so fast. I ended up killing the little yellow duckling, and it broke my heart. I cried for hours and still feel terrible for what I have done. By going back into the past, I would try to change what I have done to rectify such an upsetting incident.

2077

It is now the year 2077. I have aged from a young whipper snapper to an old woman. I have seen many changes within my life- I have lived through the change of the millennium. However I fear that I shall not live to the change of the century. I find that waking up in the mornings and walking to the bathroom with my walker is too much of an effort. It takes me twenty minutes to shuffle towards my kitchen. I am decaying: slowly- painfully. It is one early morning when I wake up from bed and I find it hard to breath. As I lay there I take my last few breaths- I wished that I went to church more often. I close my eyes and find… That hell no I’m not done here yet. Like really- me dying at only 85? Common, I’m stronger than that.
I find that once I hit 85 I’ll be enjoying my life the way I do now. I will be able to skip to my kitchen and eat whatever I feel like. The fear of cholesterol? Oh please. Like I will really need to worry. I plan on living past age 85, and I plan to live for another 33 years. I plan on seeing the turn of the century. I plan on being one of the oldest people on earth.
I expect to be playing with my grand children when I’m 85 and if things down downhill with the husband- well, I’ll be dating some fresh young men of 70. That’s right world- I’m here to stay.