They told me it couldn’t be done. That time was a one-way road—forward only, no returns. But today, I proved them wrong. I’m writing this from April 17, 1923. The air smells different. The silence is deeper. There are no satellites above me, no buzzing notifications. Just the distant sound of a steam engine and the echo of a simpler world.
My name won’t be in the history books—at least, not yet. The experiment was classified. I was the only volunteer, and there was no guarantee I’d survive, let alone arrive. But I did. And now that I’m here, I see how delicate time really is. One wrong move, one conversation, one invention mentioned too early… and everything changes.
I came back not to change history, but to understand it. To see the moments before the modern world exploded into being. It’s humbling, terrifying, and beautiful all at once.
If this post somehow finds its way to you—just know: time travel is real. And the past feels a lot more alive than anyone ever expected.
Shane higdon 