I took my son on a carnival ride but it was really a time machine. When the ride stopped, we walked into the world of my childhood. I showed him my old house, the lake and the school yard where I used to play. We watched my long gone brother, mother and father. They looked so young. I started to cry and my son held my hand. We returned to the carnival ride and traveled back to the present. Maybe someday we would take the ride to see my son’s future, but it was time to embrace the world of now.