Theme of the Week
This week's topic is:
If you could pick another time period to live in, what would it be?
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The theme will be changed once a week. If you have a suggestion for a future theme, please feel free to post it on the OD Boards Theme Suggestions thread.
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"If you could pick another time period to live in, what would it be?"
Regency England, perhaps. Or maybe Victorian. Jane Austen's time or a little before or after. I would like to be Jane Eyre, and I would be very happy if Timothy Dalton decided to revisit his role as Mr. Rochester. VERY happy.
If not that, I'd like to live in the Old West. A boom town right...
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Another Time to Live In
If I could pick another time period to live in, I'd not go too far but I'd be born some ten years earlier. If I could, I'd also change the place where I was born, so that I don't have to wander over miles and miles and miles, and try to break through the dirty canvass of my life's picture to get where I am supposed to... want to... should have been going to...
I'd like...
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If you could pick another time period to live in, what would it be?
I would have to say that I would go back to the date i was born in the early 80s, but not so I could be there and watch myself be born. What I'm saying is that I mean I wish I could transplant my consciousness backwards through the 4th dimension right into my infant body. That way my first words could be...
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another time, another place
Falling to a deep slumber, memories that are not mine, flood into me. I have always wondered what it would be like to be my mother. We do not get along for many reasons. But I have always tried to understand her. I wonder about the few stories my mother has told me about her childhood, and tonight I dream of Her, and she is 10 years old..................
The sun shines faintly...
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