This is a photo of me with my parents and grandparents in 1957.This is kind of like The Twilight Zone, or Alfred Hitchcock meets Bob Newhart, but last night I fell asleep while watching television, which is normal for me I know, but last night something different happened. My wife turned off the TV and went upstairs with my daughter to work on her room while I slept sitting up on the couch. I woke up, not opening my eyes as yet, just sitting there gathering my thoughts.
I thought that I may, it was possible, be opening my eyes and sitting on the couch in my parent’s apartment, and it was 1957 and I was in the 10th grade. Now I know this is impossible, and it sounds like the plot of some really bad movies, but for a brief second I thought I’d dreamed it all!
The next thought was, before I’d opened my eyes, if it were true and I was 15 years old, would I do the same things, or now that I knew the outcome, would I change it and make life different. I knew that if I changed it, I would not have my children. I may end up with kids; they would not be the ones I have, as they would not have existed.
I knew I’d be rich, as I knew what to do to make that happen. But in doing this I would already have changed my life.
Would I bother to go to school, even art school, or would I choose to do something else or even nothing at all. I already knew enough stuff to get by anywhere; I would just have to hang around long enough to be of age, which was probably 21 at that time.
All this really happened, and I reluctantly opened my eyes and clearly I was home and it was now and nothing had changed except I’d slept for an hour.
It has been bothering me all day however, trying to figure out what I would do. My wife, who I dearly love, would have been born in 1957, so there was no way for me to go find her as kidnapping babies was frowned upon even back then.
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