As a kid, I used to read a lot of science fiction and as many of you may know, this particular genre of literature has an affinity, nay obsession with time travel.
Be it the 'machine on the inside, body builder on the outside' sent from the future, buck-naked i might add (apparently clothes require more sophisticated technology), or the reluctant teenager sent into the past where he endangers his very existence, travelling through the murky waters of the fourth dimension has always captured everyone's attention.
And, like everything related to science, they expect it to be difficult to the point of being impossible..
What they never realize is that they do this extremely daunting scientific act every day.
As we look back at our days, thinking about that surprise party we got some years ago, the way our friends reacted to that major faux pas we made that they can't seem to get over and every moment that we deem worthy of being cherished, we travel back in time to it; if not in body then in psych.
It's not as difficult as the scientists make it out to be.
Trust me, I do it all the time.
PS- Living in the past is not the healthiest of habits. Though a little a regression never hurt anyone, the present is where we've gotta be.
So, time travel responsibly!
