When I was a kid, my little brother and I used to play a game called Time Machine. We’d step into our bedroom closet and press the “control switch” I had colored on the lid of a shoebox.
Immediately we’d start shaking and making loud noises. After a few moments, we’d stop, slowly open the door, and tiptoe out. One of our favorite places to “visit” was the land of dinosaurs. It was always the same. After stepping out of the closet, I’d point straight ahead and scream at the giant T-Rex that was running toward us. Shouting, we’d jump back inside the closet and make our narrow escape while Mom hollered from downstairs, “You boys settle down!” Continue reading →
An American in Budapest