Where would you go? Let’s say you could spend 1 day somewhere without getting found out.
My choice: Egypt at the height of the empire.
I’d go back before their extinction to see what dinosaurs really looked like.
My first thought would be turn of the century…the last one…in a large metropolitan area like NYC.
My second thought would be the 1940’s, the era of my mother.
The more I think about it, Egypt sounds pretty cool, too.
My default answer to this is usually right here, right now, baby. I love being a woman in this century.
Gettin’ laid!
The assassination of Caesar in 44 BCE.
OR
(Assuming I could survive and come back)
The Big Bang.
Assuming I had some way of keeping safe, I wanna see some dinosaurs for reals!
Notebook computer + Flash Drives + portable scanner + Great Library At Alexandria = WOO!
I’d want to see the dinosaurs too. I’d also tour the various ancient civilizations (Greece, Rome, Egypt, Summer, etc) at different stages in their history. I’d really want to see Thera before the eruption. Oh, and at some point book passage on the Hindenburg (preferably not the last flight) and/or the Graf Zeppelin. Or somehow get onboard the R100 for it’s transatlantic flight. Maybe I could pose as a journalist or someone from the Air Ministry or something.
April 29, 1995. That’s the date I set for myself to go back, if possible, and tell myself about time travel. Given that I did not, in fact, receive any unusual visits or communications on that date, I know that I will not, in fact, ever develop a means of time travel capable of sending a clear message to an arbitrarily-chosen date.
Or you did go back in time and tell yourself, but you’re keeping it a secret. How do we know you’re telling the truth? That seems like a mighty convenient explanation, like you planned it in the future sometime, them went back and told yourself that to throw us off.
Back when I was a kid, to see my mom and dad one more time.
Totally Rome…I loved that TV show…plus my mom is an amateur Roman scholar, so I’ve heard quite a bit about it.
For me it would be strictly to visit various personages: Joan of Arc, Buddha, Yeshua of course, Plato/Socrates.
The day before the 300 Million Dollar Powerball drawing.
8 December 1980. When Mark David Chapman approached John Lennon I would pull out my gun and blow his head off. What a court case it would be.
Hmmm. Unless your past self and his/her partner are into threesomes that sounds like a recipe for frustration.
This would take more than just one day: go back to Jesus’ crucifixion, and see what happened to the body.
November 1960 - To prevent my father & mother from meeting, even if it means killing one of them.
The following would be done from a safe location:
April 18, 1906 - San Francisco earthquake
June 30, 1908 - Tunguska event
October 30, 1961 - Tsar Bomba test
May 18, 1980 - eruption of Mount St. Helens
I ask a “question of the day” to my college students, and this is a question I often ask.
The most popular answer?
Some point in the 1960’s when hippies were thriving and the music of Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison was live in concert. Probably 30-40% of my students choose this.
Having lived through the 60’s, I am always amazed at their answer, but I guess they see that era through cannabis rose colored glasses - although when I think about it, so did I.
My own choice?
Probably around the time Jesus was hanging around and chatting to folks - would like to see exactly how charismatic and enlightened he really was - if for no other reason than to debunk the holier-than-thous today.
Ya know, if yer doin’ #1, personal safety issues kinda become…irrelevant.:rolleyes: