What does one do when they live an unusual amount of time? They travel the world, take pictures, make memories, and learn more about themselves, right?

Wrong! After seeing the usual lifecycle, being born and all that Jazz, I was ready to leave this plane of existence. I lived a good life, had some kids, a wife, grandkids, great-grandkids, and even many pets with normal names. A life with a job, a family, a house, a vehicle, and vacation homes all sounds nice, doesn't it? After a lifetime of those, anyone would be ready to become extinct.

As soon as I reached one hundred though, I noticed changes in my appearance everyday. It seemed like hairs were growing back on my head, less lines were on my face and hands, less pain in my joints. Everything that seemed to be added with old age was becoming less and less each day. My wife died a little after my hundredth birthday, and yet I lived, becoming healthier and younger. I got my height back as I de-aged and my kids and the following generations were looking older than me as the years went on. As I got younger, my family generations younger than me were having to take me in and take care of me.

Soon I was a teenage boy again, just Jonathan. Instead of being a great grandpa times five, I was a best friend, a babysitter, and a classmate to my family. Still I continued to age backwards, still having all my memories of my wife and kids, whom are all gone by now. I still hoped that I would see them again after aging backwards. After all, this should only happen once, right?

Wrong again! As soon as I hit one year of age, I started growing up all over again. I grew with a new family, as my first one all died out. Why was this happening to me? As soon as I was old enough, I went to the closest library. Maybe there's another case of this happening to someone else and I can learn more. I found one that was similar, but Benjamin Button only aged down. I decided that I should write my tales as I remember them. Just in case I do die at some point and somehow someone else has to live like this. Maybe my story, as it is, will be a popular science fiction book. Besides, who would believe my stories anyway?