Past Lives

So earlier today Maritza was telling me how she loves ancient Egypt. And I told her that I can just imagine her being a goldsmith, back in those long gone days. She was all like GOLD! And then told me that she could imagine me in Greek/Roman days.
She totally knows me! I was all like as a warrior? *eyes shining brightly* She was like no, as a scholar. I was like omgz! I would so be a scholar or a muse! She then described me as taller, with long curly hair and one of those white flowy gowns! You can imagine the kind of squealing this elicited from me.
I love everything from those days! All the philosophy, the epic adventures, the gods! Athena is my patron goddess. I just know it! I know I must have lived in Grecian times once upon ancient times. I feel like I would have enjoyed it to the fullest, but even though I wish I could go back . . . I don't. It's simple really. I'm reading Hans Christian Anderson's The Galoshes of Fortune, and in this story whom so ever shalt wear the galoshes will be transferred to whatever time or place they wish to be. This man wished that he was living 200 years in the past, and when he was there he was absolutely miserable. I think that I might experience this if I were transported back to Grecian times, because I don't know the language! Even if I did it's not old Greek. I might fantasize about being there, but I don't think they would fully appreciate all my ideas, unless I were a man.
Maybe if they come up with time machines in the future, and I'm still alive, I would love to visit ancient Greece. I just hope for our sakes that they can come up with a fail free way of keeping people from messing with the past. Maybe they can do a sort of Charles Dickens Christmas Carol, sort of thing. You know, where you're like Scrooge and people can't see you when you visit the past. That would be awesome.
I would love to see if they're so called dragons existed. (although all those who truly know me know that I believe in dragons nonetheless) Climb aboard a ship and sail the younger seas, pre-pollution. Watch an epic battle that was blown out of proportion. See scholars hard at work, musing over their latest theory. *sigh* Sometimes I do wish that my mind controlled how the world worked, that way I could be surrounded by the things I like most. Although my friends would be there, I'm sure they'd be doing their own thing. And I would be immersed in a big pile of books studying to my hearts content, maybe traveling in a bubble examining world development, shrink down to micro size and see life begin to form. Oh all the endless possibilities!
Maybe one day I'll remember all my past lives and rejoice in them like memories of a happy childhood, even if that childhood is that of my soul.