The very first sense that I noticed was olfactory. I mean it was stinky, real stinky. Someone, a lot of ones, needed a shower and a fresh suit of clothes. However, one would get used to it, I hoped. Well here I was, I had entered the machine and been whisked back to 1830's London...I think. The second, third and so on senes that were aroused were olfactory. Animal shit, muggy air, coal fire and nasty refuse continued their assail of my nose. I adjusted my position on a black steel bench on an unknown street in 1832 London. Shit, it had worked! Due to my skepticism on whether or not the machine would work, I was wearing jeans, vans and a blue and white flannel button down. Certainly not contemporary early-19th Century England but no one even gave me a sideways glance. It was busy place, a gritty place with, what I had already noticed, a huge disparity between the haves and have-nots. As I began to meander around, I had a sense of what we consider poor today would be opulent in where I was right now. An overwhelming feeling of complete amazement was abated by fear and loneliness. No one I know has ever been close to be born. Would I make it to my rendezvous point for return, would the return trip work? Then there was the time travel paradox (could I kill my great great great grandfather, which would mean I never was born and therefore, unable to be where I was). I wasn't going to test that, no murderous plans-gonna lay low, real low. Then I saw her, well she saw me, she was staring at me, I could sense it before I saw her. The beauty of this creature was like nothing we have today, that I have ever seen anyway. She was like a thorough bred beautiful horse, I was stunned....