KoopaCooper
Temporal Novice
OK, I don't mean I have a time machine. Let me try to explain more clearly.
I was born on August 6 1982. I lived my life as any regular person does, went to school, hung out with my friends, joined in with other activities (I was a Scout and a ballroom dancer), did my exams all the way up to A-levels.
In the early months of the year 2000, something strange happened; I woke up and started to get ready for another day at college studying hard (yeah right! /ttiforum/images/graemlins/tongue.gif), when I realised that everything around me looked wrong. I looked in the mirror and didn't recognise myself - because I looked so much younger. In fact, I quickly ascertained that I was back in 1990 and was only 8 years old again (for all those who say that school days are the best days of your life, I got an extra 10 years of 'em - ha! :D).
That first day after going back was weird - my memory has never been too great at the best of times, so I couldn't remember what I was doing in school at that time, I had trouble remembering my classmates names (though I didn't care too much about that - all but one of them pretty much hated me anyway...), and I couldn't remember where anything was (going back to primary school, and my bedroom had been completely redone in 1992).
Before anyone even bothers to ask how I managed to go back, I haven't a clue. All I know is that I went to sleep aged 17 and preparing for my A-level finals only a few months away, and woke up back in my primary school years. Maybe someone sent me back for some reason (what, I don't know; maybe they thought I could do a better job of my life a second time around? Pfft. I know I got better GCSE results the first time...all As and Bs - this time there were 2 Cs and 2 Ds in there) - I might be tempted to cite some sort of "divine intervention" if I wasn't religiously Atheist. Most likely a freak fluctuation in the fabric of space-time.
The only other explanation is that I built and operated a time machine in my sleep, as I don't remember any of that. /ttiforum/images/graemlins/tongue.gif That sounds ridiculous even to a newborn baby, so we'll drop that idea on it's head...
And in case anyone thinks that the intervening 10 years was just a dream - it wasn't. I didn't dream it, I experienced it, firsthand and with all 5 senses fully operational. You know how everyone can instinctively differentiate between the real world and a totally realistic dream? That's how I know.
Anyone else here have similar experiences they wish to divulge?
I was born on August 6 1982. I lived my life as any regular person does, went to school, hung out with my friends, joined in with other activities (I was a Scout and a ballroom dancer), did my exams all the way up to A-levels.
In the early months of the year 2000, something strange happened; I woke up and started to get ready for another day at college studying hard (yeah right! /ttiforum/images/graemlins/tongue.gif), when I realised that everything around me looked wrong. I looked in the mirror and didn't recognise myself - because I looked so much younger. In fact, I quickly ascertained that I was back in 1990 and was only 8 years old again (for all those who say that school days are the best days of your life, I got an extra 10 years of 'em - ha! :D).
That first day after going back was weird - my memory has never been too great at the best of times, so I couldn't remember what I was doing in school at that time, I had trouble remembering my classmates names (though I didn't care too much about that - all but one of them pretty much hated me anyway...), and I couldn't remember where anything was (going back to primary school, and my bedroom had been completely redone in 1992).
Before anyone even bothers to ask how I managed to go back, I haven't a clue. All I know is that I went to sleep aged 17 and preparing for my A-level finals only a few months away, and woke up back in my primary school years. Maybe someone sent me back for some reason (what, I don't know; maybe they thought I could do a better job of my life a second time around? Pfft. I know I got better GCSE results the first time...all As and Bs - this time there were 2 Cs and 2 Ds in there) - I might be tempted to cite some sort of "divine intervention" if I wasn't religiously Atheist. Most likely a freak fluctuation in the fabric of space-time.
The only other explanation is that I built and operated a time machine in my sleep, as I don't remember any of that. /ttiforum/images/graemlins/tongue.gif That sounds ridiculous even to a newborn baby, so we'll drop that idea on it's head...
And in case anyone thinks that the intervening 10 years was just a dream - it wasn't. I didn't dream it, I experienced it, firsthand and with all 5 senses fully operational. You know how everyone can instinctively differentiate between the real world and a totally realistic dream? That's how I know.
Anyone else here have similar experiences they wish to divulge?
