My fascination with the past has been with me since birth. I listened to the Beatles more than Raffi, I watched Singin' In The Rain a bazillion times before I even knew what MTV was, my first crush was on Dennis Day and I was crushed when my father told me that he died before I was born (and was married). You would think that as I grow older my concept of reality should sharpen; but I beg to differ. I fully plan on marrying either Beethoven or Abraham Lincoln (or both!).
Yowza!
I, therefore, wish I knew a person with a time machine. And who doesn't mind being used for said time machine. I'll even pay him/her $10. We'd have a platonic relationship inevitably ending in me vanishing through the 4th dimension, waving sadly at my once-friend as I disappear with his/her time machine to pursue my two true loves.
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