Author's Note: This is based on a true story.

It didn't take me long to realize that I was different. I guess it's just because I started out that way. From the very young age of two, I had already taught myself the alphabet. I didn't understand at the time why that was so amazing. It was easy, at least for me. Languages always were. So were math and science. When I was a very young child, I enjoyed watching adult science shows on everything, from particles to black-holes. I always longed for an adventure. An adventure I thought was never coming. Little did I know it was.
You see, I had been adopted as a baby. I never knew my birth parents. I never really thought of them actually. It was only as I got older that I would wonder why they put me up for adoption. Usually I concluded that they probably just didn't want a baby in their way. I had heard from my adoptive mother that they were travelers, and traveling with a baby would be somewhat a pain. At least, that's what I thought. It wasn't exactly a comfort, but it was something. When I finally turned seventeen, I decided it was about time that I met these people, that is, if they even wanted to see me. I went to the adoption agency, only to find that they had no contact information for my parents. I was heartbroken… and puzzled. No information? How could an adoption agency be so careless as to not get their information?
I was walking down that street from the agency's office, a silent tear in the corner of my eye, when I noticed something odd. Something that hadn't been there before. It was a blue box. "POLICE BOX" It said on it. It seemed familiar, but I couldn't see how. I walked up to it and touched the blue wood with almost a caress. It felt soft and warm on my hands. It felt comforting. I didn't know how, but it did.
Suddenly, the doors swung open and an odd-looking fellow came trotting out. Now, when I say odd-looking, I don't mean that his face was odd. On the contrary, he was quite handsome. It was the way he carried himself and the way he dressed, he just didn't seem to fit in. He had on suspenders, a red bow tie, and… was that a fez on his head? He didn't seem to notice me at first. He was talking to himself, at least I thought it was. I had not seen the woman inside the door just yet. "Ah, 2014! Beautiful year! This is Boston… I hope." He said in a beautiful English accent, then took a deep breath through his nose.
"Nope, definitely Boston. It's got that Bostonie salty smell. Now dear, come along and… Hello? What have we here?"
He had noticed me. I wasn't sure what to say, so I didn't say anything. I just stood there, dumbfounded.
"Sweetie, are you frightening the natives again?" a voice came from the box.
Then a beautiful woman came out. She had blond curly hair to beat the band and a lovely black dress that I could only dream of ever wearing. Her green eyes looked at me softly, but sparkled in a mischievous way. She turned to me and smiled. "Could you tell us where and when exactly we are? My husband has a habit of making the most unusual mistakes."
"Oi! It's not my fault! This bloody thing has a mind of it's own sometimes!" he said exclaimed, looking at the box in a gentle, teasing way.
I must say I was a bit disturbed. "Um… This is Boston… Beacon Street to be exact. As for the time…" I said slowly, pulling out my wrist watch, "It's 2:27 PM, August 4th 2014."
"Thank you, sweetie." The woman said with a smile then turned to her husband, "We were suppose to be here at 2:00! Now we are late! We missed it!"
"Oh, I think we are right on time." He said, with an odd look on his face. He his hand grabbed mine, his touch gentle and caring. It was strange indeed, but it didn't feel wrong. In fact, I felt perfectly comfortable. He lifted up my hand to display my watch. "How long have you had this?" He asked. I noticed the woman, who was naturally pale, became a shade paler. "It's just an old watch. I have had it ever since I can remember."
The man eyed his wife, who began tearing up, and I suddenly ripped my hand from his. "Who are you?" I asked, genuinely frightened by their reactions.
"Rose, your name is Rose isn't it?"
"Yes that's my name. How do you know? Who are you?"
The man, his eyes comforting, smiled at me with a loving smile. "Rose, dear, sweet Rose, We are your parents."