I wake up to this day and the walls of the room are white. I am pleasantly surprised. I run outside for the newspaper: it is 1994, June 15th. There are three trees on the property. It is a beautiful summer morning. It is hot and humid already. I wake up my Mom and ask her if she remembers anything of 2017. She does not. No one does, except for me. The world is back to the way it was on 1994 June 15th. My life is ahead of me, my whole life. I babysit, invest into the stock market. We move to Ridgewood. I take Spanish and German. I play tennis, we dance with my Mom, horseback ride, do scouts. Then we move to Highland Park: I go to Rutgers, continue with my hobbies, etc. This has to manifest today.