I took a creative writing class.
Our teacher would pique our imaginations by asking us things like: Which is louder, a cough or a sneeze? What kind of animal do your parents think you are? Where do you think you will be, with whom, and doing what in 10 years?
And, then one day he told us a story about how James Dean predicted his own death. "James Dean would tell interviewers that he thought he'd live fast and die young", the teacher said -- "and, then he died at 24 in a violent car crash... Have you ever thought about how you might die?"
I thought about it. Would I live to be really old and die in my bed? Would I catch a disease? I lived in Colorado at the time (land of the terrifying drivers) and couldn't imagine ever living anywhere else, so I predicted that I would die in a car crash when I was 40. I would be married, with 2 kids, a dog, and a minivan -- and, I would die driving. I always pictured the kids and dog with me, but I also always seemed to think I would leave them behind with the mystery husband I never had a clear picture of in my head. The kids were young. The dog - fluffy. The minivan - gray.
Midnight on January 22, 2016, I turned 41 and managed to survive (if you've been following along) my third death prediction. Well, actually, I guess I don't know what time I was born on the 22nd, so maybe I was still in danger most of the day (sorry people who were with me on that day!), but it's now the 27th and I'm still alive, so I made it to 41. :)
Whew!
....and many more.... ;)
Our teacher would pique our imaginations by asking us things like: Which is louder, a cough or a sneeze? What kind of animal do your parents think you are? Where do you think you will be, with whom, and doing what in 10 years?
And, then one day he told us a story about how James Dean predicted his own death. "James Dean would tell interviewers that he thought he'd live fast and die young", the teacher said -- "and, then he died at 24 in a violent car crash... Have you ever thought about how you might die?"
I thought about it. Would I live to be really old and die in my bed? Would I catch a disease? I lived in Colorado at the time (land of the terrifying drivers) and couldn't imagine ever living anywhere else, so I predicted that I would die in a car crash when I was 40. I would be married, with 2 kids, a dog, and a minivan -- and, I would die driving. I always pictured the kids and dog with me, but I also always seemed to think I would leave them behind with the mystery husband I never had a clear picture of in my head. The kids were young. The dog - fluffy. The minivan - gray.
Midnight on January 22, 2016, I turned 41 and managed to survive (if you've been following along) my third death prediction. Well, actually, I guess I don't know what time I was born on the 22nd, so maybe I was still in danger most of the day (sorry people who were with me on that day!), but it's now the 27th and I'm still alive, so I made it to 41. :)
Whew!
....and many more.... ;)
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