I was speaking to my ten year old grandson and we began to fantasize about a Time Machine that would allow us to travel in time and be the same age and be friends - rather than grandparent and grandson. We considered whether we should be his age or mine. It wasn’t difficult to agree that his ten years was the better choice.
We laughed about what we would do as friends rather than relatives separated by two generations.
I wondered what it would be like to be ten and know my grandson as his friends do. I wondered what we would do. Would we like each other?
Since that little mental journey with my grandson, I have wondered about time travel with others.