One day when I was around 8 years old, and I can see this in my mind’s eye vividly, I was at school waiting in the lunch line behind the older and bigger fifth graders.
In my little elementary school mind, I pondered my future. I remember thinking that in the “blink of an eye” I would be older, as old as a middle schooler maybe, and that moment in the lunch line would feel like it was only yesterday.
I daydreamed about going to sleep a third-grader then waking up in the morning instantly older… like nearly 55.
Since then, I have periodically thought back to that day and been both amused and slightly disturbed, that it really does feel like my whole life really did pass overnight.
“Your future self is watching you right now through memories.” ~ Aubrey de Grey
The week’s word is:
Past
What to do:
Using “past” for inspiration, write 100 Words – 100 exactly – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied. Include a link in your post back here, and add your story to the Mister Linky list. If you don’t have a blog, you can leave your submission in the comment section, or as a Facebook status post. Remember to keep spreading the love with supportive comments for your fellow Wordsters.
Thin spiral notebook 
Have posted my link which is a real memory. There was a little more to the story but it was a revelation!
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I remember a moment like the one you described. I think I was about 8 years old. My grandmother was showing me photos of my Mother as a little girl. Suddenly it hit me. She was little like me once. One day I will be “old” like her. It was a sober thought.
Here is my contribution to this week’s prompt.
PAST
He remembered walks with his sweetheart in the forest. He remembered the dappled shadows where they lay in the grass. He remembered her hand in his, her body pressed against him, her kisses, her soft laughter, and their shared dreams. He remembered promises to always love the world and one another.
His decision to reject her in order to be free broke her heart.
Stirring from his reverie he looked at the walls of his lonely apartment. He longed for the power to change the past and his youthful yearning for something different.
Sadly, the past doesn’t change. We do.
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