[ WP ] You visit your neighborhood where you grew up after 35 years and realize that nobody has aged since you left .

Ah, Townburg. It was a simple place, but it was better for me to grow up there than anywhere else. Here, I could grow up without any major hassle, focus on studying, get good scores, and finally become a PhD student in mathematics. I left at the age of 21 to seek out the good life, so nice to be coming back here at the age of 56, now that I've achieved my successes in life, it's great to come back and see where it all began. 
 
 That's funny. All the buildings look exactly the same. Nobody needed any new buildings made? Even the pizza place where me and my friends used to visit is still there. I thought that was going out of business when I left. Plus, there's even a Blockbuster Video. What's that old relic doing here? 
 
 `` Hey, Mike,'' people say as they see me walking down the street. I recognise all of them but I just ca n't wave back. What's happening? They all look exactly the same. Has a good plastic surgeon moved into town or something? I do n't understand. Eh, best to not focus on oddities such as that. I'll just visit my folks. Elderly people now, I ca n't wait to see how they've been. Have n't talked to them in a while. 
 
 I knock on the door and a middle-aged woman answers. She looks exactly like my mother did when I was 21, not a detail different. I do n't understand, why is she like everyone else in this town? Just a dream, perhaps? 
 
 `` Bob! Mike's home!'' she cries. 
 
 My dad, Bob, comes down the stairs. He also looks like I remember him when I was 21, what the hell is happening? I rush up the stairs, almost pushing Bob down the stairs and entering my old room. 
 
 This is the creepiest of all. My old room is perfectly preserved, like a time capsule. It's as if something happened once I left! I really do n't know what's going on, so I slap myself in the face. Could that fix it? Maybe I'm just stressed to be back home. Of course, I know that's not it when I see myself in the mirror. There, staring back at me, is my 21-year-old-self. I wish I could but I just ca n't bring myself to scream.
