A Glimpse Through The Mists Of Time

The train I was on this morning must have been some kind of Delorean that had taken me a bit into the future, because the teenage girl sitting opposite me looked like a grown up version of little e.

I swelled up with pride as she spoke eloquently and confidently to her friend about how she had been studying Nefertiti and the Egyptian Pharoah Akhenaten in her spare time. That's my girl.