Now

A story of today's world told through fictitious teens, who are all to real.

To hide our history is to forget, maybe this will keep it in our memories.

My father use to tell me stories. Stories from his childhood. A childhood where a silly joke wasn't offensive. A childhood where communities knew each other, and more importantly cared about one another. A childhood where freedom of speech and religion was considered a birth given right- and not an act of oppression. Where family mattered, instead of fathers mothers and children leaving without a second thought. A childhood where teachers where kept based on performance, not how long they've taught. A childhood where people respected on another and their differences. My father told me of a childhood where you could walk down the street unafraid of being another statistic of rape, terrorism, slurs, or the ever changing destruction of the earth. My father lived a life.
I live a life cleaning up my his generation's mess.