My dear friend Jackie always makes me think. She challenges me on an almost daily basis, and I like that a lot. It's way too easy to think what you always think and feel what you always feel. One thing we talk about is time travel. We speculate about where we'd go, and why. I think I'd like to visit the eastern states during the American Revolution to feel what the birth of a new nation would feel like; to believe in something so strongly you'd die for it.

On a more light-hearted note, if YOU could travel in time and go back to one sweet, perfect day - would you? I know exactly when I'd go back to, and I wonder if when I got there, would it feel as perfect as I remember it? Probably not; it didn't feel perfect then, when I was living it the first time, but in my memory, looking back... it was just the most wonderful time. I guess that's the good thing about memories; we get to focus on the blessing of the moment and the less wonderful aspects fade from our recall.