In some ways, the past is always with us; distant memories you thought you had forgotten pop up every now and then, reminding you that you cannot simply forget the past, and that the past does, whether you like it or not, shape who you are. Sometimes we find ourselves revisiting previous experiences for no apparent reason and perhaps unwillingly. But somehow, these thoughts springboard to the forefront of our minds and remind us that we were not always as we are now; there was a time when we were a very different person having very different experiences. Are we happy with the way that we are now and the way things are now? Or does some part of us wish to go back and be that other person and relive and continue those previous realities?