As a child we adapt fast to our surroundings.

We understand modern ideas

I was different.

I, on the other hand…could not accept the modern way of thinking

My mind would be clouded with the countless stories I was told by my grandparents…

They would talk about how the other world had gigantic structures..

They would talk about the beautiful valleys.

They would talk about bodies of water which were near endless.

And then they would describe how...

The Old Planet slowly crumbled away.

Due to hatred..

Due to opinions..

They would tell me how people ended the lives of others.

People died..because of opinions..

My grandfather would preach about how horrid opinions were..

But he would also say how important and valuable they were.

At the end of our conversations, my parents would pull me away from them..

Don’t listen to them!..my mom would say.

I would argue with her..

But..

She was right…

We could no longer speak of Earth..

We could no longer speak about the “Old Planet..”

The planet which us humans destroyed with our ignorance..our opinions…

-------------------------------------------------------------------------   My grandparents are older now..

  They are slowly forgetting..they are slowly dying..

   Along with them, their memories will also die..

   But..

   I want to keep at least their memories alive..in honor of them.

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