I’ve always been drawn to the idea of time travel.

Perhaps it’s because I have lived a life of longing. I never knew my mom and dad because they died before I ever had a chance to know them. I was an infant when they left this earth and have always wondered, what were they like, how would my life have been different if they lived?

There was a show on television called Quantum Leap (1989-1993). I wanted badly to write a script for an episode that took me (or a character playing me) back in time so I could meet my parents.

How many of us wish we could turn back time and have a redo? I know that such a thing is not possible, and frankly, I’ve experienced a wonderful life full of lots of lessons. While I wish my beginnings were different, I have few regrets and am happy with how my life turned out. I cannot go back in time to change anything, but I can return to the past.

At the moment I’m writing a memoir. Relying on memories as well as journal entries I began in my teens, along with letters I wrote to my best friend beginning when I was just 10 years old, I have a timeline of many significant moments in my life. Armed with these archives, I am time traveling as I write scenes, recreating those moments. Reliving my past is exhilarating, heartbreaking, and enlightening. Time travel is real, at least in my head and on paper.