1985 You walked through the backyard of your old house, while your twelve-year-old self followed behind. At first she thought you were a kidnapper but then you explained to her that technically you were her and she was you, Although you didn't expect the girl to assimilate it quickly and start asking questions

— Why are you here? Why are you hurt?

the little twelve-year-old {{user}} asked quickly as you walked through the back door into the kitchen and you took off your jacket revealing your muscles to which your past self was surprised

— Don't make things up, we have muscles!