Backwards Traveller

The Time Machine

"You're wasting your time, Y/N."

"You know that time machines are scientifically impossible to make, right?"

"You can't do it. It's never going to happen."

"Give that silly dream up. You'll never get to meet those boys."

Never. Never.

Nobody believed in me. Not even my own family. I always told them that one day I would build myself a time machine, and all my dreams would come true.

It all started years ago, when life wasn't as complicated. I wasn't satisfied with the current situations in my life, and I wanted to go back in time.

I thought my grandpa was the smartest man alive. Therefore, seven year old me asked for a time machine. I described all of the features it would contain, like the controls and weapons just in case.

A few months later, he was beyond excited to show me, and my expectations were through the roof.

But as soon as he opened the closet to reveal a simple playhouse, a wave of disappointment crashed over me.

I pretended to be happy, and in some aspects, I was. However, my dad could clearly tell I wasn't too impressed, and attempted to comfort me by saying that time machines don't and will never exist.

"There is no such thing as a time machine. Just enjoy it, ok? He worked hard on this for you. Don't be rude."

I sighed and accepted this fate. Little did they know that my silly little idea as a child would become a reality as a growing adult...

I'm not stupid anymore. I'm a teenager that's closer to adulthood than childhood at this point. I've got a feeling, a feeling deep inside- confidence to create an actual time machine that's certainly not for playing in.

I guarantee that everyone has seen some kind of show or movie that's portrayed this idea. The only question is: what is required for such a project?

My only roadblock. Surely there's a solution, right?

It turns out there was. One magic ingredient that was the key to powering space and time, so important that I can't even admit it. I leave it a mystery to future scientists.

At last, I prove the bullies wrong by traveling to the 1960s to meet four very important lads named John, Paul, George, and Ringo.

My heart is pounding. I feel the machine vibrate, but I cannot see a thing...

Did I fail? Is this just a dream?

Or is it true?