Once upon a time on a hot summer day I was driving and thinking of my daily routine stuff, when all of a sudden a man carrying a big gray suitcase crossed the road right in front of my car.
I slammed the breaks and boom!… that very moment I found myself in a different time. I am a little girl wearing the old-fashioned unlaced leather boots and a cute red jacket. It’s raining, pouring. I see a tall beautiful lady wearing a 20’s style pillbox hat and an elegant coat that fits her very well. This is my mom. We are at the rail station. I cry and don’t feel like walking, but my mom pulls my hand pretty tough. We are late and she seems to be upset and mad at me. In a hurry we have left our huge, almost as big as me, gray suitcase behind. I look back and see it lonely standing on the platform. There is something very important for me in this trunk…. I believe it happened in 20’s or 30’of the last century.
What was it? Time…
- Born on April 30
- Joined July 17, 2011