Dear future society,

I don’t want to grow old and tell you stories of how amazing polar bears were. I don’t want to tell you stories of how old I was when Florida went underwater, or tell you how I only got to see snow only a few times before it disappeared and how wonderful it was to play in it. I don’t want to grow up and tell my children I never got to see a living coral reef in person because they all died. I don’t want to grow up having to wear masks in the future because we can’t breath in without feeling like we’re getting cancer. I don’t want to grow up and never get to go to California because it’s underwater. I don’t want to grow up because I’m afraid our future society won’t be able to see the amazing things I got to experience. I’m afraid to grow up. I’m afraid for my future children and their friends. I’m afraid for my future grandchildren and their spouse. But most of all, I’m afraid for our world.