She Was My Age, An Emma Post

It happened a few days ago, but I still feel that it's important to mention at least once.

When we were in Amsterdam, one of the many things that we did was visit the Anne Frank House (by the way I apologize for the lack of pictures, we were not allowed to take any). It was definitely an experience that I won't forget soon. As we walked through the halls and past the artifacts, you can start to picture the young girl walking those halls in her socks. Silently writing the words that would impact hundreds of people. But here's what I was thinking, she was my age. Anne Frank was 14 years old when she died. She had her whole life ahead of her, the same opportunities and adventures as me. She had barely begun her life when it was abruptly ended, along with thousands of other children like her.

Anne wanted to make an impact. And while she may not have been around to see it, I can assure you that she did. She wanted to be a writer, and her words have outlived her for this long, and hopefully will never die.

I also wondered how different things would have been if she had lived that extra month. What kinds of things would this amazing girl have been able to accomplish? But then, what other things would have happened if all those people had lived. Would we have the cure for cancer? Or what wars could have been avoided? If all those children had lived, what would they have been able to do?

I guess my point is, is that Anne isn't only a reminder of what happened, but also of what could have been.