I think about time travel an amount that would probably be considered unhealthy. I don’t imagine returning to an age of dinosaurs or the beginning of the universe, although that’s fun to think about too. At least once a week I imagine waking up as my ten-year-old self. I consider all the things I would do with the knowledge I’ve accumulated over the years. If I started learning the piano or playing tennis at that age imagine how good I would be now. I’d probably study to become a doctor or a pilot as well – why not? The funny thing is, if I had’ve begun these things the first time I ever thought about travelling back in time, I would already be quite accomplished. As a successful surgeon I would smash my colleagues at tennis and marvel them with my piano playing; at the end of the day could even fly them to Rome for the weekend. As I did ten years ago, I now consider myself to old for reinvention. I’ll probably look back on this in a decade and wonder why I didn’t try.