A Long Strange Story that Just Happened to Me
As I was walking from my car into school, I saw this tiny kid walking the other way to the elementary school wing in a Rainbow Dash sweatshirt, one of the ones with the mane and ears on the hood, and it was way too big and she was adorable, and I was going to tell her I liked her sweatshirt, but when I smiled at her, she stopped me.
She took my hand and pulled me around the other way. “Look! There’s a rainbow over there!”
And it was a really cool rainbow, and I was like, “Whoa, man. Thanks for showing me that. I would have missed it.” and she nodded very seriously and said, “It’s the wrong end though. I checked. Did you know that scientists have no accurate way to predict which end of the rainbow has the pot of gold.”
This really blew my mind, to be honest, because I guess I always subconsciously assumed that scientists did not, in fact, have any sort of system to work that out, but it had never been phrased that way to me, and she was so sincere and serious that I was like, Damn, they really need to get on that. That’s something scientists should fucking figure out.
She told me they also have not found the second half of the Titanic. I didn’t know this either, but according to Tiny Scientist Rainbow Dash, scientists believe that half actually is buried somehow beneath the ocean floor. She’s saving up her allowance to send to these people so they can get a big x-ray machine and look for it, but it’ll be expensive, because it has to be waterproof.
I acted like this was a totally reasonable plan. Heck, I’m not a Titanic expert, or an oceanographer. Maybe they do need a big waterproof x-ray machine you can buy with a child’s allowance. I don’t know.
Honestly, she was a pretty smart kid, and a lot of what she said went over my head, but she’s very concerned with the preservation of the wreckage and she’s upset that they’re bringing artifacts from the ship to the surface because they could really damage it and it isn’t the same if it isn’t exactly where they found it.
On the other hand, it’s rapidly deteriorating— her phrasing, not mine— and eventually the ocean pressure will cause it to collapse. Which seems like a shame. But there are thick rubber suits normal people can take down there to swim through the ruins while they’re still there. Also, one time her mom touched the smoke stack. That’s how they found it, actually. The smokestack in the water.
She doesn’t like Leonardo DiCaprio, she told me.
One day, when she grows up, she’s going to go down to the wreck and swim through it. She doesn’t care if it’s a bucket of rust shards by that point, she wants to be there. I told her I think that’s an awesome goal to have.
She says there’s starfish in the bathtubs down there.
Finally, I guess she realized I was the only teenager left outside because she let go of my hand and said, “But I don’t want you to be late for class! I’ll tell you about the rest later!” and ran off to the playground.
I never got her name or told her mine, but I hope she finds me again. I want to know more about the Titanic from this kid.