Step One: I close my eyes and let my mind drift from reality. I watch the words rush through my brain until I find the right one to hold on to.

Step Two: My hands squeeze tight as if they were trying to grasp that one word while it attempts to fly away.

Step Three: An image begins to materialize. I open my eyes. I am back, but not in reality…

I don’t know what it is about my brain, but it seems to work in mysterious ways. I don’t know what time travel is or how it works or if it is even possible, but somehow I think I have experienced it. Not in the sense that I have gone to the past or the future or anything, and I know it sounds crazy, but the idea to invent the cell phone was once crazy too. Now look where we are.

We have all had those moments when we are going through our daily lives, and something small happens to trigger a memory in our brains. Now imagine feeling like you are living it again right there in that moment. Everything else in the world just melts away and you are back inside yourself from that time, experiencing every emotion, feeling every little brush on your skin. I know it’s possible, it has to be possible because that’s what happens to me.

Now I am still inside this memory, but sometimes it turns itself into more of a movie because sometimes I just can’t keep myself from asking, “What if?” Then I watch as that version of the experience plays out right before my eyes. Then I can’t help but think about what my life would be like right now if that one memory had played out just like it had in my head.

This is just my imagination running wild, I guess, which I like to think is normal. But is it strange that I feel like I can relive my life? I guess whether it is or isn’t…

It’s just me.