Attention everybody’s 10 year old self – the time capsule works. IT WORKS!
I just assumed that every kid who made a time capsule ended up either losing it, throwing it out accidentally (or on purpose if you have no heart or sense of adventure) or couldn’t wait and opened it three days after they made it. But this weekend, I came home for Thanksgiving and my mom told me she had found the time capsule I made when I was 10 in the garage. JACKPOT TIMES A MILLION! VICTORY FOR CHILDREN EVERYWHERE!
The most fun part is I have absolutely no memory of making it. I think I must have made it as a project for French class because there is a homemade French booklet that appears to predict my future from age 10 to 53. I also think I must have been instructed to include pieces of paper that explained all the items I included, because I don’t think I would have thought of that myself, and it was very helpful…
So now, I will walk you through all the exciting discoveries from my past:
This is the time capsule. It was made using a used Chicken Nuggets box.
On the back, it instructed me not to open until 2006 (I would have been 20). Opening it in 2013 makes it that much better.
My address book. For a 10 year old, I was very popular – this book contains 5 phone numbers, one of which is my own house.
She-Ra doll! This basically sums up my childhood. Also: THAT’s where my She-Ra doll went!!!
This was a friendship bracelet and pin from my friend, Julie. Note: It’s an official document, as it was signed by Julie herself for authenticity.
This is gross…
On the back of this paper, I had taped a Werther’s Original…
This is a “stuffed animal” I apparently made at Brownie’s. I’m convinced this is going to re-animate and kill me while I’m sleeping.
POGS! Please note, one of my handmade POGs (yah…I had a POG maker…) reads “PPP POG GGG”. The other reads “Matt + Caitlin = <3”. Because love is ART.
I do remember Bruce Coville being my favourite childhood author. He also wrote such literary masterpieces as “Jeremy Thatcher, Dragon Hatcher”, “My Teacher is an Alien”, “There’s an Alien in My Underwear” and the “Space Brat” series.
GAWD, MOM! Guilt trip…
Apparently, when someone gave me a gift in 1996, I just put it in this box. That’s how much I treasured them.
An Invitation to my 10th birthday party. I think I’ll be late…
I understand putting the paper in to prove the date. I don’t understand why I included two articles: one about a Ford plant and the other about a stranger receiving military medals.
This was the best part: a note to my future self. I won’t transcribe this verbatim, but the highlights are:
– “I have a major crush on Matt who lives across the street, but he is going out with my best friend Brandy-Jo Leslie.” (Future Self Note: she was NOT my best friend…)
– “I will now tell you all about my life right now. I will also make lists.”
– “Now I will tell you the kids in my class now. The ones with a black dot in front of them are NOT my friends. The ones with the red spots are my friends.” (Future Self Note: There are no black spots and I put a really big red spot next to my own name…narcissist)
A comic book I started to write when I was 10 called “The She Devil”…it may or may not have been about an evil prostitute…
This is the French book that was perhaps the start of it all.
I’m pretty terrible with French, so I’m going to entertain us all by using Google translate to enlighten us to my 10 year old predictions for my future.
1. “I’ve been dancing 6 years” (Still dancing – WIN)
2. “I’ll be 10”
3. “I’m going to want a new teacher”. (BURN)
2000 (13 years old):
“I’ll have beautiful clothes” (Wow, I was really shooting for the stars here…)
2010 (Age 23):
“I’ll be at University” (Graduated at 20 boom)
“I’ll have a car” (NOPE, NO YOU WON’T…especially not one like the death trap in your picture, you masochist)
2020 (Age 33):
“I’ll be famous”. (This might be the most heartbreaking news I have to deliver to 10 year old Caitlin. You are not famous. YET….come on, INTERNET!)
#3 is either “I’ll be loved” or “I’ll be love” (French people?). Either way, get a hold of yourself. I’d also like to note, that at age 10, I did NOT have glasses yet, but for some reason I really wanted them, so I’ve drawn myself here with “fake glasses” as if I would wear them without needing them. I’m also wearing a wig made of blonde ringlets? Who knows.
2030 (Age 43):
Judging from the picture, my life is basically now over and I’m waving goodbye to good times.
I’ve also written “I’m going to ride”…into the sunset? And “I’ll be love” again. I was desperate for love, guys!
2040 (Age 53):
I look like I’m bedridden here… I’ve written “I’ll be One Thousand”. Clearly, I was not doing as well in Math as I was in French. Or I knew that by age 53, I would have discovered the secret to youth and I will live forever.
There was also a really important looking letter inside an envelope…
It was actually sealed, so I knew it had to be something very special and personal for me from me…
The emotional rollercoaster that was this letter to myself is as follows:
Dear Caitlin, age 20,
When I’m 20 years old, I hope to be an actress, singer or cartoonist, maybe artist. Also at that age, I hope to be dating, engaged or married to Matt M. These are two things I learned to see your future: MASH tells your future in life and the other is to see your percentage of marrying a guy.
Number 1 – MASH: I will be married to David I will live in a shack, I will have 2 kids and I will drive a Limo.
Number 2 – “Matt loves Caitlin”: <gibberish math equation>. I have 65% of marrying Matt.
I’m happy to know that even at a young age, I was concerned with the important things in life, and I had high and lofty goals for my future. Finding this time capsule has provided me with mental entertainment for years to come. I may even make another one which I will open on my One Thousandth birthday.
UGLY: Several of the things in this box were sticky…
AWESOME: Going through all this crap was sooooo fun! It’s also interesting because I’ve been thinking a lot about getting back in to Improv recently but I’ve been dragging my feet. Reading my life goals from when I was 10 reminded me how much I used to want to be on stage and how I thought it would be my whole life. It was like getting a letter from myself, telling me I should go for it. Weird. And awesome.