I was in a time machine, rosing high up into the air.
I was flying, and so was my hair.
Now, where am I, I wondered
Past, present or future, let me look.
I stepped out of the time machine and went into a house I knew, and then I found a cute baby, I did not who it was,
Then someone I knew came to the baby, then I understood that baby was me. The lady was my mother, I knew this would be, I was in the past.
I went back to the time machine and the time machine started to go.