Ugh. That puddle was disgusting. There were things living in there. Slimy, old things. Or maybe they were young? As soon as i fell into it, the wrinkles around my eyes started to disappear. I could feel the grey hairs around my beard start to turn blonde again. And i felt the overwhelming urge to visit my mother. I started to lose weight. The sixpack abs that left me during my teen years reappeared. Looking great, like I was in the prime of my youth, i still felt like i should visit my mother. But then i began to shrink. The hairs on my face started to receed. I gasped in astonishment, and my voice cracked. All of the sudden, a few football players from high school surrounded me, and started to beat the shit out of me. I was getting younger. Before i knew it, my kindergarten teacher was telling me to take a nap, and that my mother was coming to pick me up. I couldn't wait to see my mother. Then i was in daycare, surrounded by other babbling toddlers. Getting progressively younger and younger, i began to worry less and less. Then i saw my mother. Missing her, i stood on my hands and crawled feet first through her birth canal, nestling myself inside of her womb. And I was young again.