Imagination is my Happiness

We found a time capsule dated 1975 but the items inside were from 2025—a future we hadn’t imagined, nestled inside a past long gone.

The first thing we pulled out was some kind of sleek, glowing device. With a single touch, its screen lit up like magic. It was no larger than my hand, but it pulsed with light and color like a miniature television that didn’t need a plug. It was portable, silent, powerful—so different from anything we’d known. There were no wooden dolls carved by hand, no basketballs scuffed from street games, no weathered baseball bats or bundles of grass woven into pretend homes. There were no simple sticks that transformed into swords or wands with just a bit of belief.