Author's Note: "When you are dying what memories will come flooding back to you?"
The Titanic: One of the greatest ships that ever got to sail the seas. That’s what some people call it. I was one of the passengers, I drowned before they could save me, before I had even lived. I was 23 when the ship and everyone it plunged to their deaths. I remember it vividly, sometimes I even wake up in the middle of the night dramatized by the deadly nightmares I get about what all happened that night.I will never forget it.
How did I die? Well I either drowned like so many did or I froze to my death, one or the other. Does it really matter, to be honest I don’t really know. All I know is that I only have a few memories from when I was living. I remember my first day of kindergarten, making new friends, constructing pipe-cleaner caterpillars, learning what the answer to 2+2 is. My Junior Prom, standing in front of all those people, winning the crown that all my classmates dreamed of receiving, that night was my Cinderella story. Also, I remember my high school graduation, giving the speech to all the parents, explaining to them that we were old enough to go to college and become individuals. My wedding day, oh, looking back at it, that was one of the best days that happened in my life. The perfect dress, the perfect location, the perfect groom, but one thing was missing, my father. He had passed away a long time ago, before I was 15, times were hard but we always managed to scrape up pennies for bread and butter. Then i Iy first child, my pride and joy, we had just managed to save her before, before, we died. I gave her to the officer and then fell into the water, still holding her tiny bonnet. I kept a stiff and strong grasp on that bonnet, because after-all it was all I had left of her.
Now my daughter is 87, still standing strong, I’m just happy she got to live the life I never did. I will see her soon though, after all it isn’t about winning, its about how you play the game.
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