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Written by Clarissa Wei
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Tuesday, 18 November 2008 |
 To travel in time is an out of the world experience. Memories flood back- nostalgia takes over. It’s the ultimate source of déjà vu.
I traveled in time a couple of days ago, when I opened the time capsule I made for myself in 7th grade. In it was a note from my 12 year old self.
I was more naïve, but still adamant in my school work. My 12 year old
self questioned my wellbeing now, and refreshed the vows I had made
back then. It in were my most cherished items of the time- items I had
forgotten they existed. A dried up seahorse from Taiwan [gross, I have
no idea why that’s in there], a friendship necklace, a lanyard my 7th
grade self wanted me to finish now, a ring, and a letter from my
grandmother.
And then I began reading my old diary entries…
"Dear Journal,
Today my favorite teacher Mrs. Williams convinced my whole to class to
write a diary. I was so convinced that I am starting now in my car
after school on the second day of my new school. My name is Clarissa
Wei. It is the 3nd day of my new school. My old school was Topeka Drive
Elementary School. Now I am in Sherman Oaks. The school [new school]
goes up to high school! That is why there is a ton of high school kids.
And they kiss [Yuck!] and do lots of other high school things. Anyways
today was a fine day. Not that bad and not that good. Oh! Did I mention
I am in 5th grade? I guess not. Well I am in 5th grade and my last year
of elementary is this year. My friend is Lilly McKnight. And my best
friend is Emerlyn Tseng. Emerlyn is a friend from church. Lilly is a
friend from school. And right next to me is my annoying brother. My
brother is 8. I am 10. And I fight with my brother every single day.
You might think I am joking but nope. I am not joking!”
Memories fade so fast. For some, they fade faster. There are situations
I got myself into in middle school that I don’t recall at all today.
Although I don’t remember, I can imagine the situation- I can imagine
my embarrassment, my happiness, my anger. I can picture every detail
happening as described in my diaries.
Time travel is indeed possible, but it takes years. Start now. Take a
box, or a manilla envelope. Write a letter to yourself in four years,
in ten years, in twenty- whatever you want. Include your currently most
cherished items and write up a separate note explaining why. Note your
current values, your vows, your resolutions.
Then wait years.
But I promise you, when you open it up- you will have indeed traveled in time.
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