Thirty year gap between the sweet and the bald one!
Time matters, and a lot. Imagine if you could travel back in time and get in touch with those things that were long ago. I just had a sense of this recently when I came into the house I was raised up. My parents are no longer there permanently, but they still keep it the same way it was back in my childhood, and I could compare what time has done to me by looking at my early childhood picture some thirty something years later.
If I am to fly back in time, there’s a moment in which I would not hesitate to go, let’s be a caveman!