“Jimothye, wake up! It’s Christmas!” I wake up with the cheerful cries of my younger brother, Tyromal. The aroma of Mama’s cinnamon Christmas tree pancakes hit my nose like Babe Ruth hits a baseball. I jump out of bed and run to the closet. I put on layers and layers of clothes to stay warm while sledding outside. Sledding is my brother’s and my favorite snow activity for we have quite a steep hill in our back yard. All of the kids of our neighborhood come to our back yard to sled. I ask Mama if I can go and she allows me to go, but to stay in Negroville, the name the white people gave our African American community, for segregation will get me killed in the early 60’s. I go outside to our backyard and after an hour of fun sledding, I decide the only thing to make it more fun was to call my friends Jebediah and Lamar’on.

Lamar’on comes over first. I ask him to sled but he refuses. “No Jimothye, I know a bigger, badder, steeper, more fun hill, right outside of Negroville.” I simply refuse, for Mama told me to stay in Negroville. “Let’s talk to Lamar’on when he comes, but till then, let’s sled here.” Lamar’on arrives 15 minutes later with a sled. “Jimothye, I know of a great hill!” I know what he is talking about. “Is it in Negroville?” I ask him to confirm. “Almost, it is just outside it.” I explained what Mama said to me about leaving Negroville. “Boys! Come in for pancakes!” We eat pancakes and they convince me that it is a good idea to go there. “Mom we’re going too…my friend’s house to sled.” I say. She approves. We go down to the hill. There are already two white kids there sledding. I go first, it was totally worth the lie, or at least it was up to now.

“Hey Negros, get back in your little black community, punks!” Jebediah refuses. “It’s not your hill!” he pushes Jebediah and the snow makes him slip down the hill. This enrages Lamar’on and me so we start punching them, and they punch us. Next thing you know, the police arrives. Regret, a strong word with much power in gust 6 letters. This is how the worst Christmas in the world occurred because of the color of my skin.

“Beep Beep!” the car locked. I need to do a history project where we describe how life was back in 2050. The good thing about this project is that I had a great grandpa, Shon Bagade, who had a wish on the deathbed that not a thing in his house would be moved. We walk onto the front porch. A wooden door!? I can’t believe that wood was used 175 years ago. We don’t even have trees! As we walk through the hall, everything is different from ours. Wood flooring, plaster walls, stone countertop, carpet, a TV, Laptop, we stopped using these since my dad was born. Now, we have all metal flooring, walls, counters, and even steel wool carpets. Everywhere in the house, the path is guided by led lights. We stopped using TVs since Dad was born. Why watch it when you can be present in the movie, with the MovieSim 3000. Now you can just choose a movie, choose a character, and press the button. You are in the virtual world.
Later we walk into the garage. “Wow” I am amused. “So many antiques.” There was a Lamborghini 2046, Bugatti Veyron 2038, and a 2027 Ferrari. “Son, back in the day, this was the future, not the antique.” There is also a skateboard, a bicycle, and a pogo stick. If you were to make those sound modern, you would say hover board, hover cycle, and hover stick. We still have road cars, but it was predicted back then that flying cars would come out by the year 3000, and it is 3000 but they have not come out. All cars are electric though. It is time to go to the bedroom. “Oh my god, a bed!” I dive onto the bed. It is sooooooooo comfortable because the last time I slept in a bed was when I was 3. It is just hoverbeds now, which are not nearly as comfortable. Before you know it I fall asleep. I later wake up and it is time to go home. I enjoyed my day in 2050.