At a young age, I taught myself how to time travel. Reading, dreaming and listening to music all contributed into taking me back through time to a certain moment in my life. Music is a common to everyone, but unique to every individual. Different people can hear the same song, but think back to different memories.

I use this form of time travel more now than ever, to go back to relive memories of people I have lost, and to remember how loved I was by them.

I time travel most days to go back to see my brother, Zacheria. Since he died in 2015, I can’t bring myself to let him go. When I get into my car to go to work or class, I play Eminem and immediately I am jolted back to my old childhood home. I’d begin my vision by hearing the loud thrumming of the rapper’s beats through my walls — back then I would press my pillow over my head on both sides to drown out the noise. But that is how I knew it was time to wake up and get ready for school. No sooner did the music begin than my mom would walk into my room and hollers for me and my twin, Carolyn, to wake up — which really wasn’t necessary since the music made it impossible to go back to sleep. Every morning until my brother moved out, Eminem’s voice began our day. When the memory is done, I see that I have made it to my destination. I still have no idea how I dream and drive and not wreck. It seems more dangerous than using the phone.

Sierra Kondos UP staff writer

Sierra Kondos
UP staff writer

When I go out to the club and I hear the DJ play “Footloose,” I am jerked back to my early 20s. All five of us, my brother and sisters, Carolyn, Krystina and Holly would go out line dancing. I walk towards the old wood dance floor as the beat got quicker, and I see me and my family dancing and laughing as we attempt to line dance.

Although I used to dance for a living, I just wasn’t as good as Zacheria and Carolyn. Holly, Krystina and I would stay right behind them and try to follow the best we could, laughing the whole time. We usually went out dancing together as friends.

We were raised to know that one day our parents would die and we needed to get along. Back then, it did not occur to me that we would not always have each other.

The song ends, and I find myself in the present, sitting on a stool staring at the floor. I get up, and shake the memory away.

Most days, I listen to “Come on Eileen,” by the Dexy’s Midnight Runners. It was a song played at Carolyn’s wedding and a song that was played often by our mom throughout our childhood. The wedding memory was a moment in time where it was obvious how close my whole family was.

Carolyn stood next to her new husband saying her vows, and Zacheria stood next to the best man, smiling at his little sister, pride shining in his eyes. Afterwards, naturally, we were on the dance floor. Carolyn “wore that dress,” while Zacheria took turns spinning all his sisters around.

It is such a wonderful memory to go back to, one of the many ways I revisit my brother.

Time travel through music is a way to hold onto people and to memories that mean a lot. Of the reading, dreaming and listening to music, the latter is the easiest way to create time travel loops. Not everyone can relive a memory of a person through a book, or have the type of dreams that they desire the moment they want it. But music brings forth the memory — sometimes happy, sometimes sad, but always with love.

Story by Sierra Kondos, UP staff writer

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