I turned my hoverboard into the car lot of old museum in my town. Putting it in park, I hopped off and walked inside. "Hmmm," I thought to myself, taking in the smell of old clothes, book, and many other curious items, "I can't believe I've lived here my whole life and not once entered this place. I looked around at all the trinkets from years and years ago. "Ha, an IPhone 6? I don't even think my grandma had one of these old things. I don't think they've made any of those weird fruit products since 2035. Oh, how the times have changed." I placed the ancient thing back on its shelf and proceeded to gaze around a little longer. I was about purchase some of the little knick knacks when I saw a music section from the corner of my eye. Still clutching the antiques in my hand, I gallivanted over to the music area. I walked straight over to my favorite genre, classic rock. I picked up a few of my favorite old albums that I could never find anywhere else. Albums like "Nevermind," "Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge," and
