| Memories |
She remembers when she was little she used to love going to the beach and playing in the water. It was her favorite thing to do every weekend with her mother.
She loved feeling of the cool water brush up against her toes or to have the feeling of the water crashing over her head.
To see the fish swim around without a care in their life or the little crabs that used to wash up on shore and try to snap at her fingers.
The memories of her childhood were like a rainbow, gone to fast.
Now when she walks the shore of that familiar beach all she sees in plastic bags and bottles. The crabs that used to come up on shore are now wrapped up in plastic bag.
The fish that used to swim without a care in the world, now are becoming less and less visible to the human eye do to the amount of waste and trash.
But she knows that the one to blame for this would be humans. She knows the sad reality of the worlds future holds nothing but plastic and pollution.
In 20 years she knows her children are going to live in a plastic world. The future generations are doomed to live in filth and pollution.
The memories of a clean world are fading more and more each day. Is to much to ask for a clean world?
No it isn't, but the selfish world thinks that the world their trash can. Don't they realize in 20 years there will be more trash than fish in the ocean or do they simply not care?
This is our world.
A plastic world.
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