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That Time My Brother Made a Time Machine.

Ok, this story was from when I was a toddler. My brother had an amazing idea. He wanted to be the first person to build a working time machine. He grabbed the materials he needed to build it, and got to work. There were times where he wanted to quit when the pieces wouldn't fit the way they were supposed to, but he didn't give up. There were times where he wanted to take a nap because he was tired, but he didn't stop.

Finally, after many long, hard hours of work, it was complete. We all came upstairs to see my brother's time machine, and when I saw it, I was in awe. It was beautiful, all the pieces combined together to make a magnificent behemoth of a time machine. I knew that it might be the last time I ever see my twin brother. I started crying, begging my brother not to leave, telling him that it was too dangerous, that he could get lost in time. My mother assured me that it would be alright, that he would be fine.

My brother said his final goodbyes to us, climbed into his time machine, typed in a random date, and pressed the go button. I couldn't look, too miserable to see my brother go...

Unsurprisingly, nothing happened. I mean, what did I expect? He literally built it using a cardboard box, a few markers, and a computer plug that wasn't even really plugged in. I was relieved that my brother hadn't gotten lost in time, but sad that it didn't work. Looking back, I would have been surprised if it had worked. That moment still lives in my head on a daily basis.