Time travel used to be thought of as just science fiction, but Einstein’s general theory of relativity allows for the possibility that we could warp space-time so much that you could go off in a rocket and return before you set out. -Stephen Hawking
Welcome to Take Two of August’s Secret Subject Swaps- Can You Dig It? This month, Baking In A Tornado got a secret subject topic from 13 brave bloggers and assigned them each a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts! Take Two has been taken over once again by my talented thirteen year old daughter, Kira. I love it when she guest posts and I hope you will too.
Kira’s “Secret Subject” is:
I just won a Delorean with a WORKING FLUX CAPACITOR. I’m time traveling, and the first place I’m going is…
It was submitted by: http://crazyasnormal.com
Our family has a business of buying storage units at auction. Sometimes my siblings and I come along to help out.
As our long day was coming to an end, the auctioneer threw open one of the last storage unit doors. Inside was a lot of dust, what appeared to be piles of useless junk, newspapers and furniture that wasn’t old enough to really be retro and back in but old enough to just be tacky. There were a lot of bags that people were mumbling about being full of trash. Most people in the line moved quickly through their turn to look into the room that time stood still, not seeing any value or a way to turn a profit from it.
When it was my turn to look I got a strong feeling that we needed to buy it.
“Mom!” I whispered. “We need to buy this one.”
“Come on. You can see yourself that it is nothing but a lot of work and a trip to the dump,” she told me.
“Then can I buy it?” I asked knowing that there was something in there for me.
“If you want to waste your money kiddo.”
My parents bid on the room and got it for me for $5. I paid them and we put a lock on the door.
When we came back to move things around and really see what I had got, we found the surprise of a lifetime.
“There’s a car under here!” I exclaimed pulling the corner of a dusty sheet that poked out from behind some twisted metal old bookshelves.
“That’s not just a car! It’s a Delorean… like in Back To The Future!” Luc yelled.
My parents had it towed back to our garage.
This was the coolest thing I had ever won!
I thought long and hard about where I wanted to go first. The 1970’s sounded interesting with the environmentalist movement in full force, Mary Tyler Moore, floppy disks, Star Wars, American Bandstand, muscle cars, Led Zeppelin and Queen live in concert! Oh to watch The Jackson 5, Supertramp, The Who, Miles Davis Lynyrd Skynard, Bob Marley and Kiss before they took the make up off.The bell- bottomed pants and turtle necks might be a deal breaker but the “Farrah hair” and the platform shoes could be far out. Deck out a groovy apartment with authentic lava lamps, shag style carpet, textured walls, gaudy lamps and plastic furniture.
The Civil War times would be fascinating as well. However, I suspect that they were not kidding when they said that times were hard. People dying from basic infection, families going for months without word from their loved ones and people ripping each other apart on some of the most breath taking locations. I love the way the woman’s hooped skirts lightly graze the dusty streets at a time where a woman was proper and taking tea was a must… but then again so is toilets that flush.
The 1950’s were just so perfect too! The Twilight Zone, Elizabeth Taylor, Hank Aaron,Marlon Brando, Marilyn Monroe, Bette Davis,The Four Aces, outrageous backcombed bouffants, beehives, and French pleats. Although polyester and kitten heels sounds like a blast. It is not exactly the place I think I want to go to in the past.
I threw myself down on my bed to cry because I was so overwhelmed.
As I lay there thinking, I saw one of my favorite skirts and suddenly it came to me!
“1968! I’ll leave tomorrow,” I thought jumping up with a burst of exploding energy and began to pack all of the flowy clothes I love to wear. The next day I skipped out to my dust caked, dark and cramped garage. There the Delorean sat wearing a glimmering grey that would shine even in the darkest of alley ways because it was mine.
I pushed it out of the garage and on to the driveway for a better look.
I had packed a bag and mentally went down the list of all the microscopic details I could have missed.
Oh No! I don’t think I have any plutonium to start the car. It’s not like we have friends that work at a nuclear plant. Even if we did, how would I convince someone to hijack me some neon green plutonium just so I could cruise around in my new amazing car. I got into the driver’s seat, I started to pout.
“Well, I guess I can’t go back in time anymore. Might as well auction it off and get some big bucks,” I whined out loud as I thought of a bright idea.
I leaped from the car and ran around it looking for the plutonium chamber or the gas thingie, wherever it could be.
Right where the trunk should be there was a small door. Behind the door was a black plastic cap. I opened it and there it was, the place to put the plutonium. How would you know if you got enough into this strange plutonium blender of sorts?
Under where the black cap came to rest was a note over a little black and red gauge with white numbers that tells you how much plutonium there is. How dull minded am I?
The note said, “Use it well! Have Fun!”
It was full to the top! Yes! Yes! Yes! I nervously walked back to the driver’s side, slid into the seat and turned the set of keys in the ignition. The dashboard lit up with a series of lights and buttons. In the center of the dash the flux capacitor glowed brightly. I cautiously set the year into the time circuit machine and backed down the drive way.
I got onto the freeway going 30 miles per hour, then 50, then 70 and soon I was going 88 miles per hour!
There was a flash and I was suddenly driving through an empty field.
The Delorean stopped next to some bushes so I pulled up a little closer so that it would be hidden.
When I stepped out of the car, it was hot! So hot that I was a little surprised that the bush was going up in flames since it felt like flaming balls of red hot fire outside. Phew!
I walked down the road and into a little town called Mar Visa, California. Everyone was so warm and welcoming as I strolled through the city. I walked until I found a little Hotel called “The Spatulator”. It was a sweet place with flowers everywhere inside. A kind little old grey haired lady checked me in and told me that I had to be sure to explore the beaches and told me all about the week’s festivities in town.
Immediately a girl in a floral, flowy skirt with a white cotton t-shirt under a colorful vest came up to me and I noticed how much I loved her armful of bracelets jingled.
“I’m Michelle. Did you just get into town? I haven’t seen you before.”
She had piercing blue eyes that reminding me of my own.
“I’m Kira. Yeah, I’m new here.”
“Far out Kira. I would be happy to show you around. I was just going out for a walk myself.”
“Great! I mean groovy… that would be groovy. Thank you!”
After a long day of touring the city, riding bikes and building sand castles after going tide pooling, we returned back to the hotel. The town was like a little piece of heaven on earth.
“Thank you so much Michelle. I had a wonderful day. See you soon, ” I told her tiredly.
“You are very welcome. Good Night!” She said.
I walked through the glass double doors, down the hall and into my cozy room.
This is such an amazing place! It is so different and I haven’t even seen half of it yet.
For the next several days I met tons of amazing people, danced in the full moon on the beach at a drum circle, flew kites, had adventures, made friends, played guitar and purchased many hand beaded necklaces. The air seemed so much cleaner and the sky was a much more vivid blue than 2013!
One of my favorite places was a short sunny walk beside a beach with perfect temperature water and sat along the shore. It was a cute little coffee shop with white booths piped in red. There was a huge jukebox that played fabulous tunes. When I would sit in there with my friends and a Beatles tune would come on they seems so shocked that I knew it so well.
“It’s one of my old favorites,” I told them as I sang along.
They shook their heads and thought I must just be one of those big Beatles crazed fans since that record had just come out last week. I was careful not to pack any of my many Beatles t-shirts but I’m pretty sure they knew I was a big fan any way. I wish I could have met them on this trip through time too.
At the end of the week it was time for me to check out of “The Spatulator Hotel” and come back to my family in 2013. It was such a depressing and melancholy day for me and all of the wonderful new friends I had met. I will miss everyone, especially Michelle.
“I’m going to miss you,” Michelle said as her voice cracked.
“I’m going to miss you too. Just promise that you’ll remember our friendship forever… Okay? No exceptions,” I told her.
“I wont forget. I promise,” she said squeezing my hand so tightly I thought my veins would burst with such force.
With that I walked out of the town that I wished I could have lived in forever but I was needed in my right place in time.
As I set the time circuit machine back to 2013, I noticed that Michelle still had my lucky bracelet.
I smiled and thought that maybe she would keep it to remember me by. When I get back home, maybe I can find Michelle somehow. She’ll be old enough by then to be my grandma just like that in the blink of my eye. I large teary grin spread across my face. I bet she’ll still have the bracelet and tell her grandchildren of their adventures by the summer sea.
The time circuits were set to August 16, 2013.
I put the car into drive and stepped on the gas. Racing along climbing speed until
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