Time Travel

 

Time Travel

I’ve been travelling into the future my whole life.  At first, I was a cute young child in a small family.  Then my first time jump occurred, and I was suddenly an awkward teenager living with my single mom in a small apartment.  I asked her what happened.  She said time had passed quickly her whole life, too, but she didn’t call it time travel.  My next time jump landed me unexpectedly in my late twenties with a new job and a young wife.  I asked my wife what happened.  She agreed that the years had gone by so fast, but it seemed normal to her.  Evidently, I was the only one shocked by the time travel experience.  Next, all of a sudden, I landed in my forties, with children of my own.  Then I was transported forward into my sixties with grandchildren.  My last time jump found me unexpectedly in old age.  None of my doctors believed my time travel story.  My caretaker just smiled and nodded condescendingly. I feared my next time jump would be my last. 

Desperate for answers, I contacted a physics professor at the university who had researched time travel theories for years, ever since her first time jump. If I wanted to connect the time gaps in my life, she suggested I dig up my old photos, diaries, journals and calendars and look for clues of continuity.  So I did.  I scrounged through old mail in the attic.  I looked through old photo albums in the basement.  The evidence there suggested continuity, and my time travel seemed normal after all.  So I returned to the university and asked to speak to the professor again, but her assistant informed me that she had just stepped out for lunch and was expected back in ten years.