Time capsules
 

Do you have any?Boxes where you cram as much information about yourself and others and then don't open them for a number of years.I have opened one tonight and it's good and bad times all in one, wich is good entertainment when you're in.

Many Easters ago, I'm talking 10 or 12 years, a cousin and I buried a bucket full of Easter eggs, arcade tokens, some sort of note and action figures in his backyard.

I suppose thats not really a time capsule is it?

when someone digs it up in 6,000 years it might be...

those action-figures ought to be worth a fortune on e-bay by then.

i should get out the box of crap my mother saved from my formative years.

edit: found the box. glad i did. here are some of the highlights from an end-of-year essay dictated to my kindergarten teacher dated 2 june 1996:

"my hair is just funky. my hair gets all floppy all the time now."
"i really just like to watch t.v. with my socks off at home."
"i like to play sports like rollerblading even though i've never done it."
"my parents think i'm special because my hair is so long."

My old elementary school did a time capsule which I think is supposed to be opened in nine years.

My inbox can also be seen as a time capsule of sorts (pathetic)...

Wonder how many time capsules have been buried and forgotten about? How do you know there's a time capsule buried somewhere if you have to wait ten, twenty, or fifty years to open the thing?

I just have old journals, why was I such a weirdo then.

There's nothing sentimantal about throwing stuff into a box.I'd chuck people in there too and open it years later, if i was allowed.

I used to have an ongoing time capsule of the tickets from all the gigs I've ever been to, kept in a photo album, but most of the gigs I go to now I get an e-mail instead of a ticket, and keeping e-mails just isn't the same.

They stay put.

i have seem things when i stay at my parents or go in their loft. its really nice and reminds me of so much stuff. my dad however does not feel the same way and throws it all away without thinking.

Not a proper "time capsule" , but i still keep my old drawings (from when i was like 5 years old) and go trough those papers every bunch of years. I was really good at drawing, mnuch better than now.

My mum used to keep all sorts of stuff from when I was little, but I don't know what has happened to it. I don't remember seeing anything when my dad moved house.

i've found some good communist propaganda.

i found pictures of my dad taking drugs. which was (coughs) quite a find.

i have a journal about hitch-hiking.
i dedicate one site to every person giving me a ride.

That´s pretty entertaining to read.

That's no time capsule, you lazy sod.

this is my take on war back when I was 5/6.
Notice how bad "they" are, trying to hit the (colorless, i think i did not have a yellow crayon) sun with cannonballs.

in many ways i love the innocence of childrems drawings. its just something that cannot be recaptured.

and i was so innocent i put sword-bearing soldiers against tanks and airplanes.