Advent Theory

I would rather have the time traveling ability to go back in time, rather forward.  The great mystery of life is determining your own future and how you shape that path, and it would be cheating and possibly dangerous seeing what lies ahead.  On the other hand, it is imperative to learn from the past, so time traveling back in time would allow me to fix faults, relive the greatest moments of my life, and maximize the opportunity I have while I am still alive.  I could make amends with enemies I should never have had and possibly help the lives of others.

Having the opportunity to confront anyone from the past, I would confront my classmates from elementary school.  My brother had cancer at the time and had no hair, and this was a topic of amusement to my classmates at the time.  While it is not expected of a third grade student to understand, it would always light a fire inside of me that I can now only look back on with utter disgust.  I would confront my classmates because I now understand how I could have defended my poor brother from laughter and humiliation and not have a feeling of emptiness every time I think about it.

I used to buy them each a similar toy when I bought dog toys, but soon learned that was a waste of time. They only play with one toy at a time, because they want to fight over who gets to play with it. Of course I have to buy tough dog toys, since half of the time they are playing tug of war with the toy. Now I may still buy two or more dog toys at a time, but only give them one at a time to play with and share. They drag their dog toys all around the house and I often have to clear a walkway just to get through a room. I think maybe they have too many dog toys; but they sure do enjoy playing with them. I may have to clean them up occasionally but it is better than them chewing up my furniture or carpets. I love my dogs and they love their unique dog toys; it’s a perfect match. I think they love me too, at least because I buy the toys for them.

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As a kid, my brother and I would pretend to camp out in our big play room by building forts with blankets and chairs.  While it is still possible to do this, the feeling of having a best friend, the fantasy of camping, and the excitement I used to get from it are no longer there (excluding my brother whom I still love).  Growing up you lose interest in the most innocent of activities, which is the reason I miss building forts so much.  The imagination I would use made me feel invincible in a world that I now see as very real.  Being able to camp out with my brother would put me back into a place where there was nothing to worry about except the fort falling while I slept.