I grew up with science fiction and love a good time travel story as much as anyone, and I have no difficulty suspending disbelief and immersing myself in the storyline.
But I think time travel in real life is nowhere near as coherent a concept as it appears to our imaginations.
To “travel” is to move from one point to another, where “move” is a motion trajectory x the passage of time. That makes no sense when applied to time itself: if there is one “point in time” and another different “point in time” we are conceptualizing time as a dimension; and in that framework one does not “move”; instead, the shape of one’s 4-dimensional location extends as a sort of person-shaped pipe through the time dimension, occupying this 3D space then and that 3D space later.
Visualize a chunk of spacetime as a graph in four dimensions. You are defined as the set of coordinates you occupy and hence you’re a complicated but fully connected and uninterrupted shape within that graph. From this vantage point there’s no separate “you” that can “travel”.
It’s like being asked about the characteristics of datapoint 3, 17, -19 when it is at 24, -203, -9. Datapoint 3, 17, -19 isn’t located at 24, -203, -9, so the question makes no sense.
The notion of time travel makes sense to our imaginations (with strong appeal) because of how our consciousness experiences time: past and future are not symmetrical poles of an axis to our consciousness, there’s a specific direction of flow; time ticks along and carries us along and we can neither get off the conveyor belt nor go back to a segment already elapsed.
At the most, there might be meaning, of some sort, to the notion of rewinding the flow and reexperiencing it, — and indeed perhaps that happens all the (ahem) time — but to “go back” is to rewind and unravel back to one’s consciousness as it was then, meaning that one would not experience it as “going back” at all.