Time travel now possible, well kinda

I got up this morning with some crazy burst of energy that I haven't had in ages. Maybe it's because I know that my girls are back in the US and will be home tomorrow. I felt better than I have been for the past two ranting, raving lunatic like weeks and wow, did I achieve a lot. On top of trimming bushes, planting flowers, washing cars, cooking dinner and assembling patio furniture, I traveled through time. No, I really did. 

My time machine is not a DeLorean, it's my I-Pod. It has the ability to take me back to wherever I want to go. It gets a little crazy though if I put it on shuffle, then I travel too fast. So, depending on where I want to go, I just have to pick the playlist. 
I can't travel past the early sixties though as I have no music memories beyond then. I can though, with the touch of a button, go back to the Michigan Beach Hotel in South Haven, Mi the summer of 1965. All I do is touch "Satisfaction", by the Rolling Stones and I am there. My sister and I are eating hot dogs by the pool and the band is doing their rendition of this new song/pop sensation from the UK. We haven't heard much music like that before and we really like it. 
When I feel like spending some time in the house where I grew up, I set the I-Pod on "The Rain, The Park and Other Things" by The Cowsills. I know, I know, no accounting for musical taste but damned if that song doesn't take me right into my parents bedroom on a Saturday morning in 1967. I am dusting my mother's dresser, taking an occasional peek into her jewelry box. There is a ring in there, a pearl and ruby ring that her father had made for her 16th birthday. I want that ring so bad I can't stand it. I try it on my small fingers, I wish for it. In 1973 my mom did give me that ring. 
I love to play "Last Train to Clarksville" by The Monkees because visiting the Chicago Stadium in 1966 with first row seats to their concert is totally groovy. Peter Tork waves at me and I scream and cry. 
The only good place I like to go in 1969 is the school gym during lunch recess. That was my awful year but when The Archie's came out with "Sugar, Sugar", everyone would get up and do "The Popcorn". A line dance way before its time. Once in awhile if I was lucky, I participated. It was the only time I ever felt included in anything that year. 
My favorite time to visit is high school. I can't tell you how many places I can visit in one afternoon. Click on "Black Water" and I can be at Bobby R's on a Saturday night in 1975. We are all gathered in his dining and living room. The song comes on and we all sing together. Some do the chorus, some do the harmonies. Epic. Click on Elton John's "Levon" and it's my senior year. I am driving to U of I for a weekend with Kris K, Dave H, and Mark H. Dave is singing and I am amazed that he knows every word. Speaking of epic, what a weekend. 
There are places that I don't like visiting but sometimes I am forced. For instance, if the I-Pod is on shuffle, and Poco's "Crazy Love" comes on I shudder. I am back in 1978 and my heart is broken in a million pieces. Tom B, who at the time was the love of my life, has dumped me. Ouch, bad trip. Or when it shuffles to "These Eyes" by The Guess Who, I am at a slumber party in Lori V's basement crying over Aaron M, yet another dumper. Another big ouch. 
So anytime I am running around with my headphones on doing menial tasks around the house or taking a walk in the neighborhood I time travel. I love being able to visit old haunts, see friends I haven't seen in a long time, still be in a relationship before it ended badly. I love to be back when my mom was alive and I am just a kid. Lots of places I like to visit from time to time. 
I do envision some "what if" scene changes. I DON'T get dumped. I AM popular and not a total dork. I bet we all time travel, you just haven't thought of it that way. 
I think I have one heckuva story line for a TV series......anyone know any producers??
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