I knew the path, exactly, how to get there. I remembered every step. I remembered every tree and every turn even in the dark. So wrapped up in some paper sheets and tied I found that rusty little box of bra** for me. I opened it and found my memories inside that time machine, some marbles and some pictures from a baseball magazine... So I closed the box and wrapped it in paper sheets and I put it in the secret spot again, the same, and I left.