Time Travel

I’ve heard men say time travel isn’t possible. This past weekend I discovered it is real.

I went to an outdoor music festival with my son. I saw myself at 18, standing there among the crowds. I heard myself at 18 singing along to the music. I felt my awkwardness at 18 trying to meet a pretty girl dancing beside me.

Like one of Dickens’ ghosts I watched it all before me, my life at 18.

I think I might have even caught my own eye, looking and wondering what that grey haired man was doing there.

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