The door to your house/flat/apartment/abode has come unstuck in time. The next time you walk through it, you find yourself in the same place, but a different time entirely. Where are you, and what happens next?
A lot’s probably changed in the time you’ve lived here, and it can be hard to imagine what might have happened, or be about to happen down the line. When thinking about where you might end up, time-wise, consider these questions:
- Do you feel passionate about a certain historical period?
- Or are you forever daydreaming about the shape of things to come?
- If your strongest emotions brought you back to a time in your life, when would it be?
- Who used to live here, before you? Who might be here when you’ve moved on?
- What do you think will change most about the world around you in the years to come?
- What do you think has changed most since your parents’ or grandparents’ generations?
- When did some of your best (or worst) memories take place?
- Are you more drawn to gritty realism, far-flung historical romances, or science fiction stories?
- Do you have any regrets? How would you change the decisions you made if so?
That was the writing assignment for the Weekly Writing Challenge.
I would actually like to write about how different our life has been since Peachy has been in our life for almost one year now. It is hard to believe that it will be one year next month since we went to the shelter to see what kind of puppy they had in the ad and she was there in the office. So badly beaten that she could barely walk. We have had returning customers since that year to our store who can’t get over the change in her. She loves to have company now and comes out to greet each one. She loves to get the attention that each bestows upon her. She is very protective of my office area and her food.
She is quite the Queen around here and we can only wonder how anyone could have possibly have been so cruel to an animal. She was supposed to have been my hubby’s side kick.
As irony would have it, after the passing of Sassy (She died from bone cancer) poor Trina was very lonely. She had lost Nelly to a car accident when she was protecting Sassy from a pack of dogs and when the car went to the shoulder of the road to miss the ten dogs in the road, he hit Nelly instead. Each day, Trina had left a dog bone in the front of the store anticipating the return of Nelly.
Now, Peachy is my shadow. Trina is my hubby’s side kick and goes everywhere with him. Ar night, we have a certain place that each of us sleeps on the bed. A regular routine. I would not trade any of this for anything. Life is a precious commodity. I am grateful for the time I have on this earth. I do not dream of what I do not have.
I did not grow up with magazines of movie stars. I did not grow up even knowing who was who in the movies. Television was very limited in viewing. I was only allowed to read books to escape into different worlds of fantasy. I did not grow up having imaginary friends. Being an only child, I grew close to my animals around me and played with them as if they were my friends.
Perhaps that is why my animals and I are so close now and why I do not long to step through the door and wonder what is on the other side. I am content with what is on this side.
What are your thoughts on this subject? Would love to hear.
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