When I was seventeen and barely literate in 1993, I started writing a novel. I was the main character, of course, and it took place in 2007. The love interest was (of course) a girl I had a crush on at the time named Kadie. Kadie had a younger brother named Tyson who was about nine at the time. Kadie played a prominant role, though pretty much all I said about Tyson was that he was gay.
While back in Colosse, I was informed that Tyson came out of the closet last year.
It’s either an interesting coincidence or I saw it in him even when he was nine years old, I’m really not sure which. But it is actually the latest in a handful of “predictions” that came true:
George W. Bush was president and not particularly popular. Well, originally it was going to be Jeb Bush as Jeb was the one who was supposed to win in 1994 and Dubya was supposed to be the one to come up short. After the election I switched Bushes.
The Los Angeles Raiders moved back to Oakland. There were rumors at the time that it would happen, but no one took them especially seriously.
Jacksonville got a professional football team.
There was a major terrorist attack by Middle Eastern extremists in 2001. The attacks in the book took place on March 2, 2001 (3/2/1) and in Seattle. Hundreds, not thousands, died. But still, terrorism in 2001!
Given how warped my view of the world was at the time, I’d have to ultimately chalk it up to the blind-squirrel-nut theory.