For those who have been convinced that time travel does not exist, may I offer this? Time travel is real. There are a couple of ways to experience it. You can close your eyes and think on days gone by. Or, pull out the saved memorabilia and travel ever-so-happily back to a simpler time. When life was good, and worries from then would be considered silly stuff today.
Pulling from my trunk of memorabilia, I find that I always loved to write.
Tell me you remember the show where the guy rode around on the motorcycle and had weekly romantic relationships with random beautiful women! Then Came Bronson. Ahhhhh... my heartthrob for a teenage moment in time.
And when I wasn't dreaming of being a passenger on Michael Parks' cycle, you could find me working on my recipe of chocolate covered cherries for my homeroom teacher, Mr. Countryman. Another teenage crush.
What wonderful place of innocence does your Time Travel take you to?