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

# PART 1 
 
 I woke up after somewhat remembering being through a seance I have n't tried before. The seance was by a voodoo practitioner who had promised me a new youth. I figured it would be a way to clean out the bio-physiological vestiges of aging from the inside-out with some mystery substances that I imbibed at the ritual the night before. Therefore, I'd feel more youthful zest and maybe take a few years off of the appearance of my skin when the voodoo medicine takes effect the next day. 
 
 Or so I thought. 
 
 I woke up in a room not my own, but that I faintly recalled from living on a military installation in Europe over 25 years ago. I was in Apartment B2 of Building B of Jefferson Village, near Darmstadt. I was there from aged 2-5 before my then-small family moved to an inconsequential, lonely town in Kansas that summer. 
 
 This felt like a weird dream with some faint memories suddenly coming back to vividity. I thought, `` This feels to real.'' 
 
 Then I *uttered*, `` this feels too real,'' as I was getting out of my bed, decorated in GI Joe bedding. My whispering utterance sounded a few too many octaves higher to be `` my'' whisper. 
 
 I then yelled, `` C'MON, WHAT IS THIS?'' My mature, adult voice that I came to know and love, was n't. I breathed helium before and talked with it, but my respiratory airways also felt different. No, this felt as normal as breathing the standard 21 % -oxygenated air. 
 
 I ran to the door, the knob meeting me at eye-level. Everything was gigantic now. I threw the door open into a hallway I have n't seen in too long. `` MOM? DAD? ANYBODY?! AT ALL?!'' 
 
 An unfamiliar voice emanated from the kitchen: `` I'm getting you breakfast, Chris. Why are you freaking out? Did you have a nightmare?'' 
 
 I followed the voice and got to a smallish kitchen with what seemed like antique-looking appliances. Everything seemed like the'80s, including the fashion of this unfamiliar woman. She had the wavy hair scheme that I had n't seen since `` Clarissa Explains It All'' and `` Saved By The Bell,'' with visually-loud get-ups that would've belonged in a fashion history exhibition by my time. Well, my old time, as I was gathering rather quick. Her Punky Brewster [ shirt exposed one shoulder ] ( http: //www.extreme80s.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/n/e/neon_orange_loose_crop_top_2.jpg ) and her leggings looked like she was just out for a jog of some kind, [ but with colors brighter than what joggers normally wear ] ( http: //images.complex.com/complex/image/upload/c_limit, w_680/fl_lossy, pg_1, q_auto/tlac8rtoj5pjhdy5i6td.jpg ). 
 
 I asked, `` Who are you, am I losing my mind? And did you just come back from an eighties fashion exhibition?'' 
 
 She told me, `` What happened to you last night, sweetie? Well, technically I was dressed in the'80s, because yeah, it was the'80s last night. It's --'' 
 
 `` EIGHTIES LAST NIGHT? This ca n't be the... wait, what day is it today? Is there a calendar?'' 
 
 `` It's January 1st. I put up the new calendar before I started cooking. Right over there.'' 
 
 Calendar reads `` JANUARY 1990.'' 
 
 `` What, am I tripping balls here? WHO'S THE PRESIDENT?'' 
 
 `` Where'd you get that weird vocabulary -'tripping balls?' I think you were sick last night; that illness must've messed with your head or something. But which president are you talking about?'' 
 
 `` TODAY'S PRESIDENT, miss... what's your name?'' 
 
 `` Your illness made you forget? You're still sick? Well, I'll help you get better and it'll all come back. Well, the German president is Richard von Weizsacker and the American president is George Bush.'' 
 
 `` No, this ca n't be. My president was TRUMP, as much as I hated him, or well, am gon na hate him. Now tell me who you are, and where am I? Where are my parents?'' 
 
 `` Your mommy & daddy went to Paris to celebrate the New Year. She left you with me to babysit. I thought you knew my name already, but then again, you did n't talk much'til this morning. I'm Stacy Sacklin, and your dad works with mine at the airfield. They're all celebrating New Years in Paris now so it's just you and me. Now, tell me why you're freaking out! What kind of dream DID you have?'' 
 
 `` A dream that seemed every bit real as right now. I was 32, and the year was 2017. I was studying to go back to Germany and live there for keeps. After some job aspirations did n't pan out, I had to go to college again to train for more in-demand jobs. I took on the Automation Engineering major, after having taken some renewable energy classes, so I could have a better time on the job market. Now excuse me for a minute, I need to make a pit-stop to the restroom,'kay?'' 
 
 My babysitter looked astonished; she could n't believe her ears when I used such advanced vocabulary to describe my new predicament. She has never heard those words come out of a 5-year-old, so she wondered whatever kind of dream could age a kid's mind by many years overnight. 
 
 I looked in the mirror, and my frame was the thinnest that it ever was; no obesity, and so angelically pure. My face was as stubble-free as it would only be if electrolysis removed every hair follicle one-by-one from their follicle bases. I told myself, `` What a sick, sick joke!'' No way am I starting over like this. But wait, maybe I can game the stock ma --'' 
 
 My bladder was getting urgent too fast, and so I had to take care of it before the pressure got too strong. 
 
 # TO CONTINUE ON PART 2
