I use my senses to time travel. The pungent aroma of a boxwood hedge transports me instantly to a quaint garden in Colonial Williamsburg. A squeaking step and I'm back in a dark and musty German castle, climbing the ancient staircase to the battlements. A warm, salty breeze from the Pacific and I'm seven again exhilirated to see my first ocean. A bite of chilled, ripe watermelon and I'm on a summer camping trip in Louisiana.
If you could time travel, would you visit the past or the future?
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