I was in an unrecognizable room as my 3-4 year old self, though I still had all of my memories of being an adult. My father walked into the room as his 27-30 year old self. He knelt down and opened his arms for a hug and I ran to him as fast as I could and throwing my arms around his neck, squeezing tightly as if to say I would never let him go. (My father committed suicide 10 years ago and it nearly killed me.)
He chuckled at me and said something about how I could let him go now. I replied, "I'll never let you go if it means you'll have to leave again.
(The picture is actually me and my dad)