After work, I wanted to walk on the beach, the wind sweetly caressing my face and filling me with peace. As I bent down to pick us a stone to skip on the surface of the sea, a sudden disgust for everything about life appeared in me and, there was a lot of trash on the ground, and it saddened me how pitiless people could be. Suddenly, all the happiness within me gone, as the memory of a school project came to mind. It was a waste collection project. I immediately called my friends and told them to come over. Next to our house, there was a treehouse where I usually worked on my projects. I went to the treehouse, tidied up a bit, and while doing so, I found a sphere that take my interest. As I was setting it aside, it accidentally fell, cracked, but I thought it wasn’t a big deal and continued cleaning. Later, I added some snacks and waited for my friends. They arrived about 15-20 minutes later, and I first put their thoughts on paper and then shared them with my friends. They liked the idea, but we needed to improve it. After a lengthy discussion, we decided to invent a broom, unlike others; it would be designed specifically to attract trash. We quickly drafted a plan, and everyone was on the same opinion to continue the next day.
It was morning, but something was off. Nothing was the same. Our house was old, tall buildings were gone, and our neighbors were different. I realized we had traveled to the past, but I couldn’t determine the exact year. My parents had just married, and everything was as it used to be. There were no phones, computers, or any technology. For a while, I simply watch for people and surroundings, trying to figure out what caused this anomaly. I thought about finding the reason as soon as possible to return to our time. After much contemplation, I couldn’t find anything. The worst part was that my friends were also missing, and I couldn’t contact anyone. After a while, I gave up.
While sitting and thinking, I heard voices from below and undecided to go down or not. It was my father’s voice; I listened for a moment. He said, “I’m going to work.” I waited for my mom to respond, then heard a voice that didn’t sound like hers saying, “See you later.” I didn’t pay much attention and eventually decided to go down. When I descended, I saw that the woman downstairs wasn’t my mom. I was shocked, sneaked out, and realized that my dad had been married to another woman before. I thought staying in the treehouse for the night would be best; after that, I climbed up. It was very dirty; there were spiderwebs and dust everywhere. Suddenly, something shiny caught my eye sphere that seemed familiar. I remembered the day we had our meeting and the sphere fell and cracked. Probably, that’s why we had traveled back in time, I thought. While playing with the sphere, everything turned completely white. Suddenly, I woke up in my room. Time had returned, and I was very happy. I rushed downstairs, looked around, remembered the project, and realized we needed to get back to work. I get everything useful at home, and my friends did the same. We compound everything, and it seemed to work. I was happy. I wanted to go to beach and collect all the garbage. After 30 days, there was nearly any trash left, and everyone was using our broom. It was time to go down to the beach and peacefully read a book.