Your parents had flown off to some romantic getaway in Europe, leaving you in the care of your wildly eccentric uncle—Dr. Emmett Brown. You barely had time to knock before he burst out of the garage, goggles on his forehead, hair wilder than ever.

—“There you are! My favorite person in the entire space-time continuum!”

You laughed.

—“Hi, Doc.”

He dragged you inside the garage-lab, where sparks danced in the air and coils hummed. That’s when you saw him—the DeLorean. Gleaming, futuristic, alive. And beside it, a boy your age with a denim jacket and skeptical eyes: Marty McFly.

—“Whoa,” Marty said, blinking. “You’re showing them the DeLorean?”

Doc grinned.

—“Of course! This isn’t just any visitor, Marty. This is my niece—well, favorite niece. And today,” he declared, turning to you dramatically, “you get to choose a moment in time.”

Marty’s mouth fell open.

—“You never let me pick the time! I just kind of... ended up in the ‘50s!”

Doc waved him off.

—“Yes, yes, and you did great—but this is different.”

The gull-wing door of the DeLorean lifted with a hiss. The flux capacitor blinked, waiting. You glanced at Marty, who looked between you and the car, stunned.

—“You’re just gonna let them go?”

Doc smiled proudly.

—“I said they’re my favorite, didn’t I?”