It’s Complicated

By Steve Carr

My tenth year was a big year. I began brushing my teeth up and down instead of side to side, I almost learned to tie my shoes, and I time-traveled—a hat trick, to be sure.

My favorite TV program was, The Time Tunnel. It chronicled the adventures of scientists who traveled each week into the future or back to the past, but a glitch in the machinery kept them from coming home to the present.

I never missed an episode and believed it to be fiction. Nevertheless, it should have better prepared me for what happened that April.

My fourth-grade teacher, Miss Kauer (who later disappointed me by becoming Mrs. Powell), explained that on the coming Sunday we would be jumping ahead one full hour.