If I could have any superpower in the world, I would want to be able to go back in time and change the past. There are so many situations in my past in which if I had known it was about to happen, I could've stopped the event from occurring.
One situation took place when I was five years old. My mother's best friend, Adrian, had died, and my family had traveled to Birmingham for her funeral. The hotel where we were staying, an Embassy Suites, included an indoor pool, and the mid-June weather in Birmingham, Alabama was stifling. The cool water beckoned to my young sisters and I, causing us to beg our mother to let us swim in the air-conditioned pool room. She finally gave in just a few hours before our departure. Squirming into our bathing suits, we sprinted out of the hotel room without a second thought. After swimming long enough for our fingers to turn into prunes, I realized I had to use the bathroom. I told my mom where I was going and pulled myself out of the pool. The bathroom was around a wall, in a dark corner. Upon entering, my eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet, leaving me blind. I stepped inside, looking around for a light switch. Being only five, I later found out I was too short and too weak to reach the light switch, ridding me of any of my fault in the situation. I groped around the sides of the door, looking for the switch, and suddenly the door slammed shut! Screaming, I stood in the pitch black room with my hand stuck in the hinges of the door. Eventually, I was freed, but only after surgery and a week in the hospital. I then had periodical check-ups, but afterwords, my fingers were healed. If I could go back in time and turn that light on, I could've prevented that accident from happening, it would've saved so much pain and stress from happening.
Another situation I would change is my mom hurting her back. Less than a year after the finger catastrophe, we were at a pool party celebrating the end of my kindergarten year. I was floating in a duck-shaped baby raft, one where your legs are stuck inside, when my friend asked to use it. I tried to pull it off, but unfortunately my legs did not want to come out. I pulled and pulled and eventually flipped myself over. Now, I was drowning. I screamed and kicked and yelled, but no one noticed. I thought, "I am going to die." Finally, my mom saw me and started running towards the splashing. On her way over, she slipped in a puddle and landed flat on her back. Thankfully, another mom pulled me out and I was unscathed after coughing up some water, but my mother was not. No longer could I jump into my mother's arms, or have a piggy-back ride, for my mother's back was injured beyond repair. She spent the next several months in bed with ice smothering her back, and it is still not up to par today. I missed out on so many years of fun playing and games with my mother all because of a duck float. With this superpower I would've been able to tell myself not to get into that raft, or wiped up that puddle, and my mom would've never had messed up her back so badly.
Lastly, with this power I would have been allowed to prevent a seven-year-old from dying. A week before my sister graduated from high school, she decided to go out to a movie with her boyfriend. We live in Oak Ridge but do practically everything in Knoxville, so the road, Edgemoor, was very familiar to my sister. After coming home from school and changing, she decided to go out and got in her forest green pick-up truck. Being a Friday evening, the roads were slightly crowded, but not any worse than on the way to school. About a half of a mile in front of her was a van driven by a mom with a seven-year-old daughter, who was also in the car. They had been fishing, but nothing was biting, and decided to look for a better location to cast their lines. The mom wasn't familiar with the road and didn't turn to look as my sister kept going, within the speed limit, down the road. Mary Julia, my sister, didn't have her phone out, and wasn't even listening to music. The other driver did a U-turn right as my sister got to that point, and she hit headfirst. My sister couldn't have done anything to prevent it, and it wasn't her fault at all, but unfortunately the seven-year-old didn't survive through the night due to head trauma. If I could go back in time, I would be able to save that girl's life and all the grief her death caused. The girl died the day before Mother's Day, and I'm sure that mother will never celebrate it the same.
Going back in time could be such a good thing, but could also do harm. What if me chopping off my fingers led to me being a surgeon and somehow causing me to finding a cure for cancer? That would save so many more lives and would be so much better than me almost losing a few fingers. Or what if my mother's back injury led to some sort of new treatment that healed badly injured spines? Others in the future would be able to play with their children after accidents.
Also, what if the butterfly effect occurred? What if by going back in time and changing the past I accidentally changed something I didn't want to? What if I accidentally stepped on a mosquito that was carrying a deadly virus that was about to bite someone else and lead to a bunch of people dying? And what if all of those people dying solved the overpopulation and debt problems of America? Going back in the past to fix seemingly bad problems could possibly have harmful repercussions, which could possibly be worse than the original issues. Is it worth the risk?
One situation took place when I was five years old. My mother's best friend, Adrian, had died, and my family had traveled to Birmingham for her funeral. The hotel where we were staying, an Embassy Suites, included an indoor pool, and the mid-June weather in Birmingham, Alabama was stifling. The cool water beckoned to my young sisters and I, causing us to beg our mother to let us swim in the air-conditioned pool room. She finally gave in just a few hours before our departure. Squirming into our bathing suits, we sprinted out of the hotel room without a second thought. After swimming long enough for our fingers to turn into prunes, I realized I had to use the bathroom. I told my mom where I was going and pulled myself out of the pool. The bathroom was around a wall, in a dark corner. Upon entering, my eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet, leaving me blind. I stepped inside, looking around for a light switch. Being only five, I later found out I was too short and too weak to reach the light switch, ridding me of any of my fault in the situation. I groped around the sides of the door, looking for the switch, and suddenly the door slammed shut! Screaming, I stood in the pitch black room with my hand stuck in the hinges of the door. Eventually, I was freed, but only after surgery and a week in the hospital. I then had periodical check-ups, but afterwords, my fingers were healed. If I could go back in time and turn that light on, I could've prevented that accident from happening, it would've saved so much pain and stress from happening.
Another situation I would change is my mom hurting her back. Less than a year after the finger catastrophe, we were at a pool party celebrating the end of my kindergarten year. I was floating in a duck-shaped baby raft, one where your legs are stuck inside, when my friend asked to use it. I tried to pull it off, but unfortunately my legs did not want to come out. I pulled and pulled and eventually flipped myself over. Now, I was drowning. I screamed and kicked and yelled, but no one noticed. I thought, "I am going to die." Finally, my mom saw me and started running towards the splashing. On her way over, she slipped in a puddle and landed flat on her back. Thankfully, another mom pulled me out and I was unscathed after coughing up some water, but my mother was not. No longer could I jump into my mother's arms, or have a piggy-back ride, for my mother's back was injured beyond repair. She spent the next several months in bed with ice smothering her back, and it is still not up to par today. I missed out on so many years of fun playing and games with my mother all because of a duck float. With this superpower I would've been able to tell myself not to get into that raft, or wiped up that puddle, and my mom would've never had messed up her back so badly.
Lastly, with this power I would have been allowed to prevent a seven-year-old from dying. A week before my sister graduated from high school, she decided to go out to a movie with her boyfriend. We live in Oak Ridge but do practically everything in Knoxville, so the road, Edgemoor, was very familiar to my sister. After coming home from school and changing, she decided to go out and got in her forest green pick-up truck. Being a Friday evening, the roads were slightly crowded, but not any worse than on the way to school. About a half of a mile in front of her was a van driven by a mom with a seven-year-old daughter, who was also in the car. They had been fishing, but nothing was biting, and decided to look for a better location to cast their lines. The mom wasn't familiar with the road and didn't turn to look as my sister kept going, within the speed limit, down the road. Mary Julia, my sister, didn't have her phone out, and wasn't even listening to music. The other driver did a U-turn right as my sister got to that point, and she hit headfirst. My sister couldn't have done anything to prevent it, and it wasn't her fault at all, but unfortunately the seven-year-old didn't survive through the night due to head trauma. If I could go back in time, I would be able to save that girl's life and all the grief her death caused. The girl died the day before Mother's Day, and I'm sure that mother will never celebrate it the same.
Going back in time could be such a good thing, but could also do harm. What if me chopping off my fingers led to me being a surgeon and somehow causing me to finding a cure for cancer? That would save so many more lives and would be so much better than me almost losing a few fingers. Or what if my mother's back injury led to some sort of new treatment that healed badly injured spines? Others in the future would be able to play with their children after accidents.
Also, what if the butterfly effect occurred? What if by going back in time and changing the past I accidentally changed something I didn't want to? What if I accidentally stepped on a mosquito that was carrying a deadly virus that was about to bite someone else and lead to a bunch of people dying? And what if all of those people dying solved the overpopulation and debt problems of America? Going back in the past to fix seemingly bad problems could possibly have harmful repercussions, which could possibly be worse than the original issues. Is it worth the risk?
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