"Mrs. Angela Carlson," she thought. "That's what I'll be in less than a
month." She was daydreaming of her wedding to her childhood sweetheart,
Andrew Carlson in only three weeks. Then her mind drifted to the
beautiful new home they had purchased and be moving into right after
the wedding. She would get out of this puny apartment and have a house
of her own.
"But first things first, she thought," her mind suddenly
jolted back to the present.
She was sitting at the computer in her apartment, and
desperately needed to finish the research project assigned to her to
prove internet literacy. It was the final step before receiving her
The twenty-five year old woman winced at the screen. "Damn,"
she thought, "If only I had paid more attention in class, maybe I'd
know what I was doing.
She had been assigned to research the German philosopher
Heidegger, and had been diligently working the search engines and
following endless links to who knows where. This one looked like
another dead-end. "The Age Regression Story Archive," she read from the
screen. "What kind of freak place is this?" she thought out loud.
"Oh well, I'm outta here," as she moused over and clicked the
"I'd be out having a good time with Andrew tonight if I
didn't have this assignment to finish," thought Angela Jones. She was
sitting at the computer in her dorm room. This class in computer
literacy was a waste of time, but she needed it to progress on to her
senior year of college.
To prove her computer skills, the twenty-year old college
junior had to cite several internet references to the German
philosopher Heidegger. One stupid search engine click and she ended up
at something called "The Age Regression Story Archive." "Probably
another site populated by wierdos," she thought as she clicked the
'Back' button on her browser.
"Mom," she cried out to now avail. "If I don't leave now I'm
gonna miss seeing Andrew play quarterback on the Sophomore team."
"Sorry, Angela," replied her mother. "You knew you had this
English assignment. Now go up to your room and finish it and maybe
you'll make the second half of the game."
Angela dejectedly returned to her room to finish writing a
page on the German philosopher Heidegger.
She returned to the computer and logged on to the internet to
find some more information. Several promising searches later she wound
up off-target again. "The Age Regression Story Archive," she read.
"Every sicko has a place on the internet, thought the fifteen-year old
She reached out and clicked the 'Back' button.
Angie reached out to adjust the height of the chair in front
of the computer in the family room. The ten-year old girl was trying to
send an e-mail to Drew, her "don't you dare call him my boyfriend,
"I don't even have a clue as to how I ended up here," thought
the fourth grader. She clicked the 'Back' button, hoping it would get
her to the e-mail.
"Gigi, get away from my computer" shouted her daddy as he
entered his den. He had caught her kneeling on his desk chair and
playing with the keyboard when he returned from a trip to the kitchen
to get a drink of water.
"Sorry, Daddy," the five-year old kindergartner apologized.
"Why don't you run next door and play with Andy?" "I'd like a
little peace and quiet," her daddy told her.
Gigi left the room and headed over to Andy's house. She liked
Her daddy sat down at the computer. "The Age Regression Story
Archive, how did she wind up at this strange place?" he thought as he
reached out and clicked the 'Back' button.
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