I remember putting together a time capsule in grade 5 at Ecole St. Paul in Saskatoon … to be opened in The Year 2000 … so far away from quaint, backwards 1986. I don’t remember what my contribution was to the time capsule. It may have been something pop culture related … I think I was reading a lot back then. I wasn’t into music (my tape collection consisted of Dire Straits, Masters of Metal IV, and Alabama Greatest Hits … you could tell I was considering my options), video games hadn’t really taken hold of me yet. GI Joe maybe? I wasn’t present for the opening of the time capsule, so I guess I’ll never know. I’ll bet everyone wondered where that weird, pudgy Fullerton kid ended up, and what he was thinking when he contributed that incredibly bizarre item to the time capsule.<\/p>\n
We move into our new sod-less house in a week and a half … I’m thinking that we should bury a time capsule in the back yard, to be opened some time in the Distant Future. Or maybe one time capsule per year. Maybe one a month. I don’t know.<\/p>\n
I’m sad I didn’t have more forethought when I was 5 or 6, to bury a time capsule somewhere in the Ottawa area, maybe containing my three favourite things at the time. That would be a really cool insight into my young mind. How could I have been so short-sighted?<\/p>\n