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

A dull throbbing pain in my legs wakes me up. Although it's true that yesterday was leg day, I had never experienced such a level of soreness - it almost felt like the bone *itself* was sore..wait, why am I wrapped in 101 Dalmatians sheets? Why the fuck did Marie buy these, and more importantly, how did she manage to change the bed with me in it? 
 
 Marie? 
 
... 
 
 Why am I in my old bedroom? Something's off, did I get to my parents' home drunk or something? All systems check. Toes? Present. Fingers? Present. Integral of e^x? e^x +c, of course. Hair? *Curly and long*. 
 
 What?! Mirror time. 
 
 Well, shit. Is this what I think it is? Alright, this could go very well, or very badly, depending on the date. Is today the 12th of March of 1992 or 2017? 
 
 I run to our lawn to collect the newspaper. 
 
 25 years of future-past flash through my eyes, as the corners of my lips start to curl upwards into a cruel grin. 
 
 The opportunity to start afresh - the very thing that I had always dreamed of, yet feared - had just been given to me, it seems. Oh boy, oh boy. There's only one question, really. Do I seek Marie out again, even though she came from halfway across the world, and make her go through the pain of being separated from her family again, or not? Would she even fall for me this time round? Well, whatever, she's due to be born in a month or so, that decision can wait. 
 
 In the meanwhile... time to make the world my bitch... again. I was a successful high-powered chemist before all this happened, a martial artist and a polyglot to boot. Let's go back inside. 
 
 Oh hey, my father's drinking his morning tea. This is going to be fun. 
 
 `` Доброе утро, Папа''. 
 `` Xiex?!'' [ What? ]. 
 `` Я сказал: `` Доброе утро, Папа''. [ I said, good morning papa ] 
 
 Yep, that did it, I have his full attention now. My father learned Russian during the Soviet occupation of his country, before he moved to ours, although this is a fact that I would not even be remotely aware of until I was 15. However, this meant that he knew that what I said was grammatically correct. 
 
 `` Anna, ejja waħda'' [ Anna, come here for a bit ] 
 `` Bonjour mama'' 
 ``... Bonġu'' [ Good morning ] 
 
 Well, shit, I had forgotten that adults do in fact use Bonġu, a word derived from < < Bonjour > > between themselves, although it is an odd choice of word for a toddler. My mother was never the sharpest egg in the attic either. Let's see.. Italian? I'm expected to know that by now. French? Close enough to Italian, would n't raise any eyebrows. Spanish? Same, although possibly worth a try. Maltese/English? Bleh, basic shit. Russian? Already used that hand, will not be very effective on mom. Polish? German? Hmm. 
 
 `` Es ist heute sehr sonnig, nicht wahr?'' [ It is very sunny today, is it not? ] 
 
 They both scramble away from me to the very corners of the room. 
 
 `` Madonna madonna, ċempel lil Fr Victor!!!!'' [ Madonna madonna, phone Fr. Victor! ] 
 
 Oh right, in her religion, speaking in tongues means only one thing. 
 
 I rubbed my forehead, and took the lotus position. The next couple of years are going to be a very, very tedious time. With any luck, I'll take over the family finances and make a couple of very wise investments in a couple of key companies. I'll eat right, so that my growth wo n't be stunted this time. Perhaps take violin lessons a bit more seriously. Definitely try to graduate university before the age of 10, instead of at 15. Perhaps I could save my cousin from her father.. that's right, a 5 year old has criminal immunity... shit, perhaps I should n't have exposed my capabilities just yet... 
 
 Oh boy, the world has no idea what's about to hit it.
