Here I am, my today's self transported back to 1981, to the happy and cosy Paris western suburbs of my childhood. I know I will be here for a few hours and the only thing I would like to do is to meet my parents.
I am standing in front of their door and wonder how the hell I will be able to tell them that I am their son, just 35 years older. They are typical, down to earth people - him an engineer and her a lawyer.
I am a normal guy so I do not want to kill them, or myself or any other gruesome action. I just want to tell them that they were fantastic parents, that I love them very much, that they will have great grandsons and that, accessory, they should try really hard to contact Mr Brin and Mr Page, 10 years from now in Stanford and invest everything they have in their crazy company.
But how? What should I say first, then in the next minutes, then in the next hour so that they (probably reluctantly) believe that the impossible has happened?
I sure have some vague memories from childhood, I am not sure if they were before or after 1981 and I could conceivably tell them some things which are "unique" to us - but I do not want them to call the police because of a lunatic, or maybe a spy (since I know so much about their family).
We were a normal family, without any dark secrets which would maybe have convinced them better. Just the normal stuff, some things broken, some happy and sad moments - The Wonder Years in the France of the '80s, so to speak.
My finger is on the doorbell. Please help me.
Following up on some comments: I did see another similar question and wanted though the introduction to set up a different context. This is a family reunion, there is no meeting with scientists involved - just me and my parents. And crucial first minutes to make it or break it (and not be arrested or shoo-ed away).
Consequences do not matter - I may come back to my timeline, an alternative one or just vanish after the meeting, whatever.
@sphennings mentioned that it could be a short story - I am not a writer and will not write it (EDIT: well, who knows). It is actually a dream which prompted some further reflexions.
I also asked my real parents about it a few weeks ago - what should I have told them to make them believe. They are still thinking :)