They built a new middle school when I was twelve. It was pretty cool, and we were going to go take classes in it the next year, so we were all excited. To make it special, they decided to do a time capsule and keep it under the plaque in the lobby, and everyone was supposed to write a letter to their future self as well as put something they think defines the year we live in in the capsule. I still remember what I wrote, a letter to myself hoping that I had achieved my dreams and that my father had accepted me. Right now, I don't know how I would respond, but it isn't to open for a few more years, so I have time to get it right.