"In my room was a full length mirror mounted on the back of my bedroom door, I sort of got use to it; seeing my reflection as I walked passed. But this morning, I saw my reflection before standing or passing in front of it. As I grew closer I noticed the image, and it somehow was me; an older me, I thought to myself. "What happened to me, to make me look like that?" Then my reflection answered "life Mae....life," I fell on the floor tripping out about how it heard me when I was only thinking and the older and more tired looking version of me said, "well genius.... I am you, I am 28 years old, but nevertheless I am in fact you." If you could go back and say anything to yourself, what would you say and at what age would you try and correct things"? Find out in my first installation of the "Reflecting to Myself" saga, "Sophomore"