[ WP ] You become your child self again for a day with your current mindset , but if you do anything differently , you life will morph around that difference and fast forward you to your current time with the changes .

[ edit: Crap, I just realized that I mis-read the title of this prompt as, ``... become your younger self...''. Sorry; I hope this is still OK! ] 
 
 I've been searching for this guy for the last fourty-six years. They say he can make a change in your past. God only knows if it's true, but I'm desperate. I'd give anything to fix it. My ex-wife can attest to that. 
 
 `` Hey.'' 
 
 `` Hey!'' 
 
 `` Wake up!'' 
 
 I peel an eyelid; red lights shine in my eye. A number? Why am I so tired?! `` Come on, wake up!'' The voice sounds wierd; a high-pitched echo of its normal self. I have to wake up! Something *important* was supposed to happen today. A harsh sound blares in my ears. Damn it, I'm *tired*. I do n't want to wake up. Why am I sitting up? I reach out to make the noise stop, but only knock over a bottle. I hear it bounce on the floor. Why am I so dizzy? 
 
 It's the vibration against my hand that finally gets to me. My eyes snap open. A scream tears out of my throat as I brace my drunken self and pull the wheel, hard, to the right. The crash is terrifying. Everything in front of me disappears into a curtain of white. The bottle shatters, spraying its stench everywhere. The windows explode. In a stupor, I watch the airbag deflate. What used to be part of my truck is now the trunk of the old oak tree in my front yard. 
 
 Oh, God, have mercy. 
 
 The world fades away again. 
 
 `` Are you OK?'' 
 
 I slowly open my eyes. An old woman is standing in front of me. A man is by her side. They're both looking worried. 
 
 The memories come rushing back. The fight. The hours drinking. The drive home. And the accident; oh, God, how could I have forgotten the accident? How could I have forgotten the sight of the blood-stained crib and his little limp and lifeless body? But I *didn't* hit the house, I hit the tree! And my ex-wife - no! My *wife* is standing there in front of me. And my *son! * I lurch forward, wrapping my arms around him, and weep.
