[ WP ] You wake up on exact date of your 5th birth date in your 5 year old body , with your current memory .

Something hard is pressed up against his body. Slowly drawing him from his sleep to consciousness from sleep. In his groggy state he comes to realize that he is being poke by the bat ear of his Batman mask. `` Ugh... stupid thing. What happened I do n't even drink. I feel more hung over than my first time.'' As he laid there trying to get a clear head he was confused to as why he had been wearing a Batman costume. There was n't a convention until next month? `` Why am I wearing a Batman costume?'' He thought to himself. 
 
 That he sat up in bed, and instantly hitting his head on the sharp picky popcorn ceiling. `` Fuck!'' As his hands shot up to nurse the pain he fell forward out of the top bunk, and hit hard on the floor of the bedroom. With a sudden upset yelp of a dog darting away from the sudden pain it to felt. `` What the fuck! Bear, is that you!'' He spoke to the medium dog that was almost more fur than dog. The dog came back in to his room albeit happy, and confused as to why his friend fell on him. 
 
 `` Hey be quite in there you'll wake your dad! He just got off his shift.'' Said his mom from somewhere in the two story house. As Bear excitedly licked his face he was trying to figure out if this was a lucid dream. `` I mean Bear was alive when I was 5... I went to bed in my apartment last night. I'm wearing the Batman costume my family had to practically hide from me. This freaking migraine!'' He stood up, and looked around his room. Just as remembered it. He saw a Batman figure in a little plastic toy case; still unopened. `` Oh man this is priceless now!'' 
 
 His thoughts were interrupted by the grumbling of a child's stomach. `` Man I'm hungry better go gets something's from the kitchen. As he made his way down the stairs his dog bear was in his shadow the whole way. Yep at the bottom slept another dog, and in his memory had been gone for nearly 17 years...'' What's going on?!'' He thought to himself. He cordially acknowledge the beloved dog, and bear. He slurries to the kitchen as his stomach could almost sense cereal. The two dogs now joining his journey; they too knew his quest was for food and they might get treats! 
 
 `` Man I forgot how slow everything was as a kid. This took me longer than I thought. Now where's the cereal?'' As he asked himself this it came to his knowledge instantly. As he dragged a chair over to the counter to grab the cereal he thought to himself. His ruckus drew the attention of another dog. The third dog walking into the kitchen drew his attention. He looked to see who else was there, `` Oh bags! Man it's been years since you have been gone... the love I have for you three is still strong.'' As he had victoriously climbed the counter for the box of tricks cereal he noticed it was still in a bunch of little assorted shapes; in twenty years it would change to just little round colored corn cereal. 
 
 He sat of and snacked out of the box, and tossed treats to the furry animals beneath him. `` Yep, its no way this is a lucid dream guys... I wake up from falling. Obviously Bear knows I fell... sorry about that!'' He tosses Bear another hand of cereal. He started to recall thing from his childhood. He went to high school was in a language class, had a crush he was n't confident enough to ask out, he graduated, worked Random jobs, did missionary work, came home and joined the military... he turned 27 this year... the rush of memories made him nauseas. He placed his cereal back in its place and climbed down. 
 
 He, out of habit, walked over to the television set in the living room. He turned it on to be blasted by the opening of X-men... His eyes grew wide with glee, and he laughed, `` Oh man! The X-men!'' He did like all children can do, and dropped where he stood to sitting there in front of the television. As much as he was enjoying this he began to wonder, `` I'm glad to visit the memories of my childhood, but I need to wake up I have an assignment due...'' he recalled he could slap himself in dreams to wake up. So he brought his little arm back sky-rocketed to his face. SLAP, `` Owwie! That Fucking hurt.'' One of the dogs nursed his self inflicted wound. He thought to himself, `` Shit I guess I'm Five again, and this is n't a dream. No idea how I got here. I woke up super hung over. Wait!'' It dawned on him the potential this had. The good he could do! He knew all major events. 
 
 What if he could stop things from happening! He could become a hero like his childhood heroes. `` It's 1995... six years until 9/11... how could I warn the FBI of the largest terrorist attack on American soil? Could I stop the US from declaring war in Iraq? Wait... I remember something about the worldliness theory. I'm in this same time, and the same events where going to occur... what implications could occur? The butterfly effect would be catastrophic.'' As he pondered what his responsibility he also thought about should he do anything? `` If I do change the sequence of events it would effect me... I have those memories... I see the plane crashing into the World Trade Center. I hear my classmates cry in distress.'' 
 
 He was rubbing bear behind the ear like remembered how bear like to be pet. `` Bear, what do you think? If I do figure out how to stop that what could happen? Would my memory of who I became, and am I to be erased? What other things could happen if I did stop it. Putting the tip in with all the information they would need to stop it from happening? Was unforeseen implications could I have?'' He found himself in quite the conundrum. As X-men ended the opening to spider man started. He remembered what Peter Parker was told by his uncle. `` With great power comes responsibility.'' 
 
 He felt this great burden open him. All those lives he could save them. He has the power to save them. Not doing so would just be as bad as letting it happen. He recalled his high school lecture his debate teacher gave on the greater good. His faith taught him to help mankind. He thought about it being September 11, 2001. `` I'd see the same events occur in six years... if I let that happen I do n't think I could ever let that go... I had the power to stop it but did nothing.'' He said this resolutely. As he thought about it more he knew what must be done. 
 
 Several hours later his family went out to go eat. As they were dining he looked around at the restaurant and saw the payphone. He sneakily grabbed enough quarters from his moms purse. Excused himself to the restroom. He scurried to the payphone, and recalled every detail he could. He hopped up on the stool, and made the call to the FBI anonymous tip-line. He hung the phone up. Hopped off the stool, and scurried back to his parents table. `` Pugsley, are you Okay you were gone for sometime?'' `` Yes mom, just a little stomach sick. I do n't feel good are we going home soon?'' He asked. 
 
 They went home right after. He did n't feel good so he went to bed right away. Changing into some Batman PJs. As he laid there he wondered had he done the right thing? His head was hurting. 
 
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 Six Years later. He walked into class that day. Had he done the right thing? Would the Terrorist commit such an act? Would the FBI had taken the tip seriously? He looked up to the the clock watching the time go by... as the seconds got closer to when he remember the load speaker coming on telling all teachers to turn the news on it never happened... The sharpest pain racked his mind. Blood poured from his nose, he could n't see. His vision was blurred in red. He wiped away the tear of blood. His stomach tightened to hard... he could breathe. The class called the attention of the Teacher to him. He blacked out, and as he fell limp he hit his head hard on the desk next to him. Cracking his skull. Several days later he came to in the hospital... he felt someone grabbing his hand. There was the hum and beeps of hospital machines around him. He heard his dad asking questions to the doctor. His ring was dry, and could taste the sticky saliva in his mouth. He opened his eyes. `` Mom what happened? I was at school and I hurt so bad. My head hurts a lot!'' 
 
 `` Pugs, you were at school. You started to bleed from your nose and eyes, and fell cracking your skull on a desk.'' Said his mom. `` Mom why do you and dad look so sad? I'm alright now.'' He said as a matter of fact. With something more behind it. He felt courageous. He felt like he did when he watched his favorite superheroes save the day. He felt as if he had done something heroic, but what was it. His dad came to his side. `` We should tell him.'' His dad speaking to his mom. `` Honey when you had that episode you were rushed to the hospital. When they did MRI they found you have a brain tumor. It's malignant.'' She said this with tears streaming down her face. 
 
 His dad to had a tear running down his grisly-stubbled-face. `` Mom why did they not do surgery?'' He asked with much concern. `` Son, the tumor is to large, and they ca n't operate on you. They said the tumor has been growing these past six years. They...'' he could n't finish the statement. `` They have n't given me long to live have they?'' Both his parent choked up, and they cried there in the noisy hospital room. It was sad for him to hear this. All the while he felt he had done something good. Like he helped lots of people, but he could n't recall what that was. This brought peace to his distress he may never know what he did, but he felt heroic. `` Mom, Dad I love you guys so much.'' 
 
 
 Fin. 
 
 ( For those of us who remember 9/11, and to those who may have lost someone that day I'm forever saddened by your loss. Sadly that day cant be undone. However we can go on living good lives honoring their memories. Let's make the world a better place. )
