I sat, looking around at my surroundings. I was in the back seat of a familiar minivan—it had cloth seats and lightly tinted windows. I grew up riding in this minivan. Everywhere I looked felt like it was in slow motion and had a glow around everything, it was surreal.
I looked at the front seat and saw my mother sitting there, driving, looking just as I remembered her before my memories were altered. Moving my eyes over to the passenger seat, I saw my 19 year old self looking very solemn. I remembered that right before this moment, the i***t I was dating for 2 years had just dumped me the day before my big exam and I was absolutely heartbroken.
“Yes honey?” My mom stated, waiting for my old self to continue the question I was asking her.
My old self continued to look out the window, de
