A Realm of Ones Own It is ignorance to admit that at times, I cannot even imagine that history occured. To think, what we read about in our limited text books and watch on OPB actually occured to people who suspected nothing out of life anymore than we do. Upon reading about Japanese leaders, I fell upon the transition from leader to leader. It happened that less than 50 years ago, this countries current leader suffered a stroke and so, out of respect, asked his good friend to run the country. Could you imagine that happening? Being in a country where in the blink of an eye, someone else is heading your country because they know someone who knows someone who thinks highly of this other guy. Its so far from anything we know as being accepted or functional that it just seems unreal. Also to think about war at the home front. I read it, I hear it, I know it, but i have never experienced it so it is hard to believe. It's is like i have made up another realm in which I put all of my history knowledge; a place between reality and realistic fiction. My brain knows it is not fiction, and it is explained and verified, but it cannot hit reality because I have never seen or been a part of it. It is kind of like when someone tries to describe New York to someone who has never been outside of Hillsboro. They know it exists, they know people live there, they even have some picture or vision in their brain due to movies or books or whatever, but is it real to them? Not a bit. Until they go there, it is just an idea. History I fear is an idea I will never fully believe.

Look at what this extended essay has done to me. But I have to admit, this is the first time i have written on a topic I am actually interested in. Good? not exactly because I get so caught up in reading and pondering that I never actually get to the essay writting.....goodnight.
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