Time machine

Dear Time Machine,

They told me I can use you one time. I can go back to one place in the past or future with you. Well, I'm not really sure exactly where I want to go.

I want to go back to the time when my dad and I spent lots and lots of time together and went almost everywhere together.

I want to go back to the time when I saw my dad's side of the family was still glued together by Nanny. I miss all of us being together as much as I miss her herself.

I want to go back to the time when summer nights were spent listening to the crickets under a cloudless star lit sky.

I want to go back to the time when everything was still new. I'm a little crispy after 17 years doing this job (life).

I want to go back to the time when a married couple was simply "2 people who loved each other".

I want to go back to the time when there was not a single person who criticized my desire to be an FFE.

I want to go back to the time when beer tasted bad.

I want to go back to the time when EMTs and firefighters were superhuman.

I want to go back to the time when the golden rule made perfect sense.

I want to go back to the time when a new park or playground was a new world.

I want to go back to the time when a bicycle was my main mode of transportation.

I want to go back to the time when I didn't know what a pedophile was.

I want to go back to the time when I believed in Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy.

I want to go back to the time when life was easy and simple.

I want to go back to the time when I believed in magic.

I want to go back to the time when being 17 was far, far, far away.