The boy had always been fascinated by the idea of time travel. He had read all the stories and seen all the movies about it, and it just seemed like the coolest thing ever. So when he found out that there was a time machine hidden away in his attic, he couldn't believe his luck. He spent hours tinkering with the machine, trying to figure out how it worked. But no matter what he did, he just couldn't get it to work. Eventually he gave up and went to bed, frustrated but still excited by the possibility of what could be.

The next day, he woke up bright and early and went back to work on the machine. And finally, after hours of trial and error, he got it to work. He was about to step into the machine when he heard someone coming up the stairs. It was his mom, and she looked angry. She asked him what he was doing, and when he told her, she was even more angry. She told him that time travel was dangerous and that he could get stuck in another time if he wasn't careful.

The boy didn't listen to his mom, and he stepped into the machine. The next thing he knew, he was in a different time. He looked around, amazed at his surroundings. But then he realized that he didn't know how to get back to his own time. He tried the machine, but it didn't work. He was stuck in this time period, and he had no way to get back home