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It was scary, not knowing what was going to happen next. Not knowing who was sick and who was healthy. Some of us got through it, but some of us didn’t.
It’s the year 2070. I’m 64 now, a grandmother of two kids, Oaklin and Ashly. Five-year-old twins. Happy. Not worrying about the future.
I was fourteen when the pandemic started. I worried about everything: tornadoes, shootings, earthquakes, anything that might ruin my life, or tear my family apart. But I never thought about a deadly pandemic, until it happened, then I went into full worry mode. Crying a lot at night, worrying that while my Dad was at the hospital working, he would get the virus and die. Or my Grandma, who couldn’t wait five days before going back to the grocery store, would catch it too.
I worried about my dog Petey. People thought maybe dogs could catch it and spread it. Dogs are my favorite animal, so learning they could possibly catch a deadly virus was not what I wanted to hear. When my dance teacher, Ms. Maria, got her Covid shot, dance was put on hold for three weeks and we had to wear stinkin’ masks everywhere we went, like the museum and the zoo.
For me, my brother, and sister, school wasn’t a problem since we were homeschooled. But kids in schools had to wear masks all day. People overreacted a little, treating it like the plague all over again, not leaving the safety of their homes for weeks at a time. A lot of my friends got it and they said it was just like a cold, although some lost their taste and smell. That took my worrying down about 30%. The library, my second home, shut down for a time. I could no longer spend hours looking for new books or see the smiling faces at the front desk.
I spent my days going to the park, taking walks, and visiting the dentist. I had braces back then. The orthodontist had plexiglass in between each chair and the people working there wore masks and face shields. We couldn’t even hug my Grandma at her home because we didn’t want to get her sick. We couldn’t go to Freddy’s for lunch. It was the best place to get a juicy burger, hot fries, and delicious chocolate custard. Shopping was difficult too, all the changing rooms were closed, making it impossible to get anything that fits.
There were some people who acted like there wasn’t a pandemic at all, having parties and not wearing masks. As covid went on I worried less and less about it, and eventually, everyone just got used to the masks and staying 6 feet apart. When the vaccines came out, there was hope.
Now, in 2070 it is well over, but everyone that witnessed it remembers the Covid 19 pandemic. It made us stronger and wiser, ready to take on new things.