Flashes from the Past

Flashes from the Past

10/13/06

         Just like every morning, he woke up. It was the beginning of the weekend, and the sun was directly above his house. Why should he have to wake up before noon?
         In thirty minutes, something long-awaited sould happen, so he got out of bed, found some clothes, ate breakfast...brunch actually. He had to eat fast or he would miss a once-in-a-day chance.
         It took him five minutes to finish. Now, he had nothing to do but wait for twenty minutes. He over did it.
         
         After staring at the ceiling, staring at the wall, and examining his finger tips, it was about to start. He turned on the television set, and there was nothing but static. His mom was the one who wanted a satellite dish. He cursed her three times, then just sat there.
         His entire day was planned around this event. Now, the single event on his list was canceled. He went back to staring at the ceiling, but he was too disappointed to give wall or his fingertips any attention. He even put his fingers behind his head, and put his head on his pillow, and just lay there, staring at the ceiling.
         After twenty minutes of this, he began to go into a trance. In this trance, he began to go on a trip through his memories.
         He saw nothing but darkness at first, but then, stars began to appear one-by-one. Soon, the darkness became an area in the universe. He looked around, and as he turned his head, the stars blurred from the motion. Then, either he began to rush forward, or the stars rushed past him. There was a flash of light.

         It was his first day of second grade. He was still playing his video game as he got out of the car. His mother said something, but he was too busy to listen.
         Flash.

         On his tenth birthday, he opened up the biggest present one the table. It was a plain, brown box. He opened the box, and saw a huge video game set: the console, two wireless controlers, and five games. He examined the covers of each and instantly liked them. Without another word, he took the box to his room, and the card lay on the table unopened.
         Flash.
         
         Yesterday, he was playing his old birthday present. His mom came into his room and asked if he wanted to come with them on a family outting. He refused. He had plans tomorrow.
         He was back in his room, as if from a dream. His eyes were dry, and he was panting in a cold sweat.
         He heard a knock on the door. He bounded down the stairs, unlocked the door, and found his family smiling at him, back from their outting. He never lost touch with them again.