I put Buddy down and follow Kit through the front door. I see that Buddy is trailing behind, carrying one end of a newspaper in his mouth. The newspaper is as big as he is. I give him a quick pat as I take the newspaper and set it on a small table in the hall. The headline is about President Franklin D. Roosevelt. Then I notice the date: September 1, 1933.

I blink a few times and read the date again, to make sure that I didn’t read it wrong. Nope. There it is in black and white: 1933. What on earth has happened to me? Where am I? What’s going on? I would say that I’m dreaming, but Buddy and Kit are totally real. And then it dawns on me. When I clicked the camera, I was transported back to 1933. How do I get home?