[ WP ] You mysteriously die at the age of 25 , but your mind is mysteriously resurrected into a new born baby . You 're aware of this , but ca n't fully grasp the reality of the situation until your mind fully develops . You grow up , with your retained knowledge , and continually die at the age of 25 again .

`` I'm back. Over the last few days I have been experiencing what I, only now, understand to be a strong sensation of dejavu. A wave of self-realization, memories, and consciousness flooded my mind in a single instant. This happened about two minutes ago. From my current perspective, it was about five or ten minutes ago that I had been stuck in San Francisco traffic with a massive hangover on my way to work ( the day after my birthday ). But yet at the same time there is the distinct feeling that the last few days I had been suspended in a fog of sleepiness and what, again, can only be described as dejavu. Even after eleven occurrences it's still something I ca n't quite wrap my mind around. 
 
 As I sat up, morning sunlight was casting the shadows of stuffed bears onto the pale blue wall furthest from the bed. I peeled back two layers of Winnie the Pooh sheets and stretched. Well, it feels fucking good to be three again. Ok, so I'm not sure how old I am exactly, but most people can recall their earliest memory from around the ages of two to five, so I'm in the ballpark. I climbed out of bed and started going through my checklist; `` this definitely looks like the States, it was 2015... so it's probably 2018ish... hmm wonder if Trump won... good size house, newer, the parents are probably well off.'' In all honesty, I had been looking forward to this; no bosses, no girls, no bills, a simpler life. As I reached the door, I paused for a second, `` Ok game face, I'm a toddler.'' 
 
 As my stubby little legs carried me down the hallway, I tried to memorize my new surroundings. `` Bathroom, parent's room, home office... fuck yes, a computer!'' 
 The 80s had been weird. I had n't planned as well as in years past. I had gotten so caught up in the medical advances that the advent of computing and the internet blew right past me and I was n't really able to adapt until the early 2000s. Thankfully, I spent my last stint in university studying computers. This time I was ready! Being a kid in the late 2010s would be so much easier. It had first occurred to me at a bar with some friends when one of the them launched into a drunken tirade about how `` those little shits are glued to their tablets and phones at five years old! They do n't even play with toys anymore!'' It was so perfect! I could whine about wanting an iPad for Minecraft, hack their home network, and continue my research. No more pretending to be content with action figures or playing trucks in the sandbox. I had been so close to a breakthrough on my condition last time and now I have technology and time on my side. 
 
 `` Good morning sweetie'' As I turned to face the voice behind me with my best three-year-old impression, time stopped. My jaw dropped and a sharp pain seared through my head at the realization. `` This is n't supposed to happen, this ca n't happen! How th... how could...'' `` That's Laura, I hooked up with her last night at my 25th birthday party.'' 
 
 EDIT: I know I'm late to the party, but this prompt seemed really interesting. Also this is my first WP ever. Please be kind: ) 
 

