Mirror To The Past
Chaz walked over to the laundry pile and picked up the dog-tag necklace. Chaz took in a deep breath as he examined the inscription of his full name and birth date: Chaz Michael Davidson 01/06/1998. Twenty-two years of his existence on this planet had proven nothing for himself. He was dismally aware that his existence appeared to be of little consequence.
Chaz thought about his childhood, but as far as he could knew so far, nothing could be done about the past. Chaz prided himself as a logical thinker, and logically there is no possible way to change the past.
Chaz's mind wandered into the furthest recesses of his memory, almost automatically. It was as though thoughts of everything that made him who he was today was in control, and that he had no other choice but to let the memories of his childhood overtake him.
Chaz thought about his childhood, but as far as he could knew so far, nothing could be done about the past. Chaz prided himself as a logical thinker, and logically there is no possible way to change the past.
Chaz's mind wandered into the furthest recesses of his memory, almost automatically. It was as though thoughts of everything that made him who he was today was in control, and that he had no other choice but to let the memories of his childhood overtake him.