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By light of a kerosene lantern a dim and soft shadow is cast upon the wall. It is still except for the hand that moves across a paper. A young girl of eighteen sits to document the days events and imagine upon the olden days. She has lit the lantern for nostalgia's sake. Its scent is an unusual encounter in the year 2010. Though somehow it's different sitting on a Tempur-pedic bed with the convenience of a light switch two feet away. So much has changed since her childhood, let alone since that of generations' before her. Within the last few years has come the invention of person laptops, DVDs and BlueRay, cell phones, mp3 players, and electronic storage devices of all kinds and minute sizes. Just to name a few items. Let alone the attitude of kids' these days or the fast-paced American rat race. Times are unreal. How they have advanced. But is progress good or bad? Sometimes she wonders what it would be like to grow up in the 1920s when life was “hard,” yet simple. People seemed to be so much happier. To put in a full day's work of manual labor and then come home to a hand made meal and sit before a blazing fire to darn socks. To see far away pictures only in expensive books or museums and dream of traveling. What would it be like? Children of today will never know. That past generation is fading and it is up to us to preserve what knowledge of it is left. It is up to you and me to learn for ourselves and teach future generations. Once it's gone there is no turning back to recover it. Let's do our part. Let's be the best people of character that we can and change the future for good.