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Just a Letter In a Balloon

Hey kid, it's been a while since you and I have talked in silence. In fact, it's been over a hundred years now. Just a quick little scribble to remind you of the ways you and I have lived in the past. remember those days when we were young and we lived carefree and wild. Those days of young when we played in the woods, went hiking, fishing and camping. Remember those days of young men when we would hit up the night clubs and party our brains out all night long, dancing and trying to pick up any young lady that was intoxicated enough to fall victim to us trying to fancy them and luring them into our flats and onto our cots, after the clubs closed. (Ah...those were the days). Remember the wives we've had and the children we've raised... I wonder how our great-great grandkids are? I wonder if we even have any? Who are they, what do they do...what are they like? Do you think they even know who we were, what we were, or how things used to be when we were alive? Are there still trees, plants and water still left on earth? Is earth still in existence? Have people finally come together (highly unlikely- I presume). Is white still white and black still black? Are men still men and women still women? The list can go on, and on, and on. So many questions, so many thoughts, so many...so many. Well kid, before I say so long and say "see ya soon- hopefully" And, before I put this letter in a balloon and send it up to the stars in hopes that it reaches you in the heavens one day. I just want to say "thanks" Thanks for being you, thanks for the life you lived and the paths you've chosen. Lastly, I am sending two balloons with this identical letter up so if and when you do capture these floating balloons a hundred years from now, remember to pop one when you catch them... pop it so that this letter can fall to earth so to remind people of how things used to be, how I was when I was alive, how lovely life used to be (for me). The other balloon and letter is yours to keep and treasure. See ya soon kiddo... Love you always, Self Letter To My Future Self Poetry Contest Sponsor: Silent One 9/21/2021

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Date: 10/25/2021 8:58:00 AM
Remembering your childhood and your teenage years and your school leaving year and university days all bring nostalgia, but families are not so glued together as they were a century or two centuries ago, after the grandchild, comes great grand children, but how many great grand parents know beyond their grandchildren who still carries their name , and also how many great grand parents are still alive. I hope your balloon reaches safe hands on its heaven sent journey dear friend, hugs Jennifer.
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Date: 10/17/2021 1:04:00 PM
Nice one Charlie, this is so heartfelt and a lot of wishes here... Congratulations on your placement in the contest..
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Date: 9/21/2021 6:01:00 AM
This is so so good and so so fine. Those were the GOOD OLD DAYS. We don't really know what the future holds.
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Charles Messina
Date: 9/21/2021 7:34:00 AM
Thank you so so much! No Marilene, we really don't. Have a nice day :)
Date: 9/21/2021 5:51:00 AM
Nicely done, Charles :)
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Charles Messina
Date: 9/21/2021 7:33:00 AM
Thank you, Kim :)

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