My “brown box” let me off at a past of mine, so I guess I may be able to check out that playground – well what it was in the past.
Somehow I managed to be an older gal I adored date for the night (well an alternate version thereof). So I’m just hanging out, watching an alternate younger me dance like a drunken giraffe- in ’93 I think.
Yeah, I danced like a Time Lord before I even knew what a Time Lord was, paradoxically I also figured out the Multiverse before I knew of the Multiverse Theory.
*Sigh* Even in this reality the girls my age are too shy to dance with me and my “date” is dancing with alterMe…
I wish my oldest and truest of best friends right there would ❤
*Sighs*
Musings of a former Filson hat 