so another one. i dont really like the picture this time but i could not think of anything else but well here is my piece i wrote for this prompt.

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I went through so many ideas for this prompt that I wanted to throw whatever I was writing on at the time against the wall. I went through making fun of my dad’s ‘when I was your age…’ stories or writing about someone in the future talking about the past and even a steampunk idea ran through my head for a minute. But I could not mold the idea into a full story. So I started thinking what would I say to someone when I was old in enough to say “in the old days” without being glared at by people older than me for being young.

From there I thought about where I wanted my life to go and where it was going at this point in my life and I have come to many conclusions. The first one was about who would I tell my stories to when I got older. I could tell my nieces or nephews if my brother ever gets a girlfriend or something (I know he will probably kill me for that). I already plan on making them into nerds if I can readily get to them so I would be telling them lots of stories. Then I could tell my best friends kids, I know she was them, they will pretty much be nieces and nephews too seeing as she is more like a sister at this point.

The question I will get from this information is “wait, what about our own kids?” and my response to that is I never want my own biological kids. At this point in my life I can’t even picture myself in a relationship let alone kids. Maybe one day if I do ever find someone and if we ever decide we want kids I may adopt a kid but that would be it and then I would tell them all of my stories to the point that they want to puke.

The second conclusion was about what would I want to say in my stories. I know that they would depend on where the world ends up in that time and where I went in my career and in life. With any luck I will end up being the cool aunt who creates the video games that all of my family’s kids want to play. But how should I tell my story? Should I just keep it to the facts? Should I slightly exaggerate the details? Or should I do as my dad did and tell the highly exaggerated story that went “when I was your age I had to walk 20 miles up hill both ways in 6 feet of snow and all we had was prunes for lunch and we were grateful.” Well I can’t give a definite answer to that because there are so many variables. I think as of right now I would go with the crazy uphill story just because it would be fun, but we will have to see when these old days are behind me .