I used to believe…
0k when I was young I believed mirror had souls and they watched you grow up and saw all your tears and smiles and cred about you like a guardian angel. Mirrors could see the truth when you got punished unfairly and mirrors could show you the future or the past if they wanted to.
Well, and this is the true part, I had a mirror to my dresser as a kid in NJ and I wrote my name on the back of my mirror with orange crayon when I was about 7.
This mirror moved with me to GA and I gave it away when I turned 16 and got a 'grownup' bedroom set. Well I lived all over the world for the next 18 years and finally moved back to the US and Boston and lived with a new friend who had an old Victorian house with a basement. I went in her basement and I saw a mirror against the far wall that looked exactly like my childhood dresser mirror(it was an odd design, not common). It kind of scared me but I went to it and I saw myself all grown up in the mirror and remembered about my name in crayon. I tilted it forward and yep! there was my name in orange crayon! My mirror just wanted to see me one more time and to make sure I was happy! True story.
