Every once in a while, something big happens and find myself thinking, “One day, I will be able to tell my kids all about it.”
Maybe it will be when they will be studying history and 9/11 will pop up in their textbooks. I will be able to tell them “I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when it happened.”
Perhaps it will be when they will finally start studying physics, and I’ll tell them “When I was a bit older than you lot, several of my friends and I formed a group of those who were not satisfied with what they knew and who wanted to expand that knowledge. So, here’s what the real structure of the atom is…”
When they will be playing with their iPhones 15S, I will tell them, “I remember the pre-iPhone days… I remember the day Steve Jobs passed away.”
I don’t know what will happen in the meantime as I am waiting for my kids-to-be (only God knows when and if they will become a part of my life), but I want to learn for them.
I know I won’t be able to answer all their questions (kids always question everything – we adults forget what it is like to question), but I want to do my best.
One day… I hope I will have a chance to do all this.
Today, I’ve got time to prepare.