I was sitting on the patio of the cafeteria late at night. My mouth was wide open but I could feel that my molars were cracking as if they were grinding on each other again. “How much longer is this place open?” I wondered. Three people were sitting at a round table a couple of meters away. They were talking about someone’s appearance who was apparently standing behind me. I resisted the urge to turn around to see who they were talking about.

We were walking along the road that snaked up the mountain side in the heavy rain. I was thinking about walking back down to a store to buy something to eat when it was brought to my attention that it was flooding higher up and water was now rapidly crashing down the path. “This happened the last time we were here” my brother said. My dad was surprised that my brother had been up here before.

They wanted to make the pool of water in the sand table as large as possible by moving the corners of sand as far away from each other as possible. I didn’t, but I didn’t say anything either.

We were biking downhill and we passed by a cluster of trees that were named “The Five Colors of Fall”. They were grafted in such a way that there were five vertical bands of colors on the leaves (green, red, orange, yellow, white). I thought about taking a photo to send to my dad but I was riding down the hill too quickly.

I had unintentionally killed a boss and picked up the unique “Magelion’s Repeating Crossbow”. I warned the others of a potential spy within our ranks as I knew that people were going to be hunting for me.

It was that time of year again. We expected them to come tumbling down the hill with their incomprehensible and horrifying screams as we huddle up in our bunkers until they passed by us. “Run and hide!” someone shouted as the first of them came whizzing from the trees. I found a group of people who were shaking in their blanket fort and joined them. We closed our eyes and hoped for the best.

They pointed to a map on the board with two continents. “Do you ever wonder why North America and Europe have the same shape?” they asked. The two landmasses kind of resembled a Europe that was squashed vertically and stretched along a slight curve. They answered their own question, “they were shaped by the wind and Earth’s rotation over time.”

The game was set up in way that we had to run through the queue poles in order to grab the plastic feathers at the end. The path went straight ahead and then turned right. The goal was at the end of the parallel path. Someone was standing straight ahead of us and regions around the poles were marked with white boxes. He had drawn a bow and arrow and said that he would shoot any gwailo that entered the indicated regions. The white person in front of me charged ahead, dodged the arrow and made for the feathers.

My parents and I had been walking around the city and it was getting late. We settled at a small shop by the street and I needed help with ordering food at the counter. When we sat down at our table, we saw a framed display of an active GoogleDoc. Where were signs of revision in light blue and when I said that I made those changes, my parents laughed. My mother commented on how her new sandals were comfortable.

I was watching a movie about time travel on the television with my dad. The protagonist could travel back and forth throughout time however they wanted but couldn’t remember things they didn’t experience firsthand. The only way they were able to alter their future was by telling other people information.