Would you rather go back in time or to the future? What would you do during your adventure?

The question was posed to me on the Rooth & Shoots Jane Goodall application like a jumpscare. Did I have to think like a child to cater to their underlying amusement?

Time reminded me of the inked sky back in boarding school, that always seemed to be wailing "Tomorrow you have to do this all over again. Tomorrow is nearly yesterday." The plum brimming of the vastness above would then seep its way into my sleep, pulling the weight of my chest down in the morning - so heavy, it felt almost empty.

Tomorrow is nearly yesterday. The Summer trip back in '15 felt as if it was yesterday. Oh, I thought that was yesterday? Yesterday... came suddenly.

If I could, I would fetch a sleeping Roahd Dahl as if I were his own Big Friendly Giant, but rather than sprinting on land with a 20 foot tall body, I would still be moderately sized and have him on the broom from The Witches with me, and fly through the construction of time.

Then, I'd wake him up to make him watch the sales of his books skyrocket, every page of them turned and read so attentively by the children of the world. Sometimes, he would spot adults working in finance sneaking their way into their own mini home library at 10 p.m. to read a few pages of Fantastic Mr. Fox. They would scratch their heads and giggle, and if Sir Dahl were lucky, cry tears of (ironically) nostalgia.

I would take him to 2012, the first time I had ever gotten his piece, and the exact time I started my love for reading. The gift was James and The Giant Peach. The expression on my face was that of a newborn in awe of any slight movement it witnessed of itself or of the others.

But, above all, I would take it slow. The broom will take its sweet time swirling through Swiss and Himalayan alps, into Sumatran caves, above the vast American and Russian terrains, and, for the love of children, the beloved lands of the Middle East.

Because then, tomorrow would still always be significantly tomorrow, and there would always be something to look forward to, right?

Blessed be hopes and dreams and bless you,

applications,

for giving me such things to think of.