The Mirror of Time

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand. Rolling them over and over and over. Leaving this reality behind, far behind I stepped into the magic mirror and there I was back in 1959. It was the same month, November. I looked around and it was the same as I remember it had been then. Mom looked so young and beautiful and said, "The school bus will be here in a few minutes." I looked at the calendar and saw that it was November 25th, the day before Thanksgiving. I said, "But mom, I haven't been in school in forty years." I got this strange look from her but she didn't say anything. Walking toward the door I caught a reflection of myself in the hall mirror. I was so young. My hand immediately went to my face and I stopped and stared at myself for a few minutes. I said, "Mom, can I stay home and be with you today?" Again I got that strange look from her, then she smiled and said, "Sure, it's your last day before Thanksgiving anyway, why not?" She and I sit down and talked for hours. Then I said, "Do you mind if we go next door and visit with Maw Maw and Paw Paw? I haven't seen them in so long and I've missed them terribly!" Again another strange look from mom. Next door I saw Maw Maw and Paw Paw as they had been in 1959. I wept and they all looked at me so strangely. I hugged them and kissed them all and we talked for hours. Dad finally came home from work and I ran and hugged him so hard. "Dad why did you have to leave us in June?" Again I got strange looks from everyone. My tears were falling. I saw Aunt Frances and Uncle Bill who lived beside Maw Maw and Paw Paw. "I've missed you both for so long." Strange looks again! They didn't understand because to them, it was just another day in 1959. The day grew late and I knew my time was soon ending. I got near the magic mirror and mom and dad were standing there so young and healthy. I said, "Mom I'll see you on the other side of the mirror, but dad, I'll see you another time, another place." They didn't understand. I stepped back through and my reflection was as it had been before. Mom was sitting in her chair at age 84. I said, "Mom, do you remember the day before Thanksgiving, 1959, when I stayed home from school and we spent the day together?" She said, "Yes, it was so strange that you could never remember anything about it. It was as though you had amnesia.