There were about three or four times when I had this thought as a youngster. I remember being about 13 or 14 and laying in bed thinking about how old I would be in the year 2000, and about some kind of stereotypical Jetsons-like future that involved jetpacks and moving sidewalks and all kinds of fun stuff like that. I figured that maybe, at some point during my life, time travel would become possible.

I figured there was an easy way to find out immediately if I would ever get to travel through time. I made myself a promise that if I ever got the chance to use a time machine, I would travel to that exact moment. I made a point of thinking about the year, date, and time of day, and then I waited. Nothing happened. I never showed up.

The thing is, as an adult, I don't remember those dates and times. I'm not even sure how old I was. I think I was 13 or 14, as I said, but I could have been 17. I have no idea. I let myself down.

So, here I at the end of my 31st year, thinking about this again, and writing it down on the Internet for my future self to find. Here it is, with the date and time and everything right there for you. So c'mon, future self. Go ahead and hop in that machine. I'm right here.

If there were a knock at the door right now, I would literally collapse from an aneurysm.

Waiting...

Oh, god. I gotta go.
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