I keep working on it. When we were young teenagers (in the early 70’s) my sisters and I started a note that we kept adding to for several years, like, passing around a note in class. After we all grew up and moved away we kept the note going….at least until in our 20’s….it seems like I was the last one to get the note (in the mail)....I was responsible for adding to it and sending it on. But…I think I lost it or something. That bothers me to this day.
I have a diary that I began when my daughter, Corrie, was born, in 1987. It chronicles 20 years of Family stuff. Every so often I’ll read through it, and I’ll find notes in it surrounding some “serious situation,” something I was REALLY worried about in, say 1989. The note will say, “Hey Val, 10 years from now! How did all this turn out??!!” And, you know…1999 comes, I’m looking through the diary, and I’ll laugh back at myself and mark in, “Well, it wasn’t as bad as ‘we’ thought it was!” and detail how it all turned out. And….in 2009 I saw that entry again, which was begun in 1989, and make another notation. So, yeah. That’s my Time Machine.