If you could time travel...

[Dasquian Belargic]

...just once, and you could go anywhere/anywhen for as long (or as little) as you wanted, where would you go and what would you do?

[Crusader]

Personal Stuff:
-Go back to May 1977 and watch Star Wars and buy some Apple and Microsoft stocks. Later that year I will sneak myself into my parents wedding FTW.
-Meet myself in 2000 in order to tell me that everything will be alright and that I will make the right decisions in the end without any help.

For the greater good:
-I will become a sponsor of Adolf Hitler while he was still thinking that the world needed him as a painter. This way our planet would see less world wars and more useless pictures.
-I will go back to the real year 0 and become a follower of Jesus in order to write a gospel of my own that I would later hand over to the catholic church with the words:"Well it all happened this way."

[Sanis Prent]

I'd go back to 1st century Rome, find Hero of Alexandria, and explain exactly what other sorts of things you could do with a steam engine other than amuse children.

They were one thought outside of the box away from starting the Industrial Revolution, but Hero never thought of a practical application for his little spinning steamy whirlygig.

[Dasquian Belargic]

For the greater good:
-I will become a sponsor of Adolf Hitler while he was still thinking that the world needed him as a painter. This way our planet would see less world wars and more useless pictures.

I was listening to a podcast this morning that made me think about this, and one of the guys on the podcast said that he would go back in time and kill Hilter whilst dressed as Batman :lol

[Crusader]

First I wanted to write about killing Hitler but then I thought about C&C Red Alert and realised that this would be uncreavtive. And on the other hand this raises the moral question of are you allowed to kill someone for future crimes if you could basicly help those people rethink their lifes instead with this given technolegy.

[Captain Untouchable]

I'd travel back in time to 1990 and prevent my dad from getting posted to Yorkshire, so that I'd grow up in Inverness and go to school with Karen Gillan.

Knowing my luck with women I wouldn't get any action with her... but I'd have gone to school with Amy Pond (earning me geek points), and I'd have a badass Scottish accent. :mischief

[Tear]

I would go back to the time where the first animal that sparked human beings crawled from the oceans. Then, just as it emerged from the surf, I would sit on it's back and ride it up onto the beach. Possibly waving about a cowboy hat and shouting "Weeeooooo".

Or maybe I would go to Dasq's home before she made this post and stop her from doing so! Causing a great time paradox which would cause all of creation to implode on itself.;)

[Darth Turbogeek]

I'd go forward as going backwards would produce time paradoxes that could lead to removing myself from time completely. So forward -

a) See if they ever stop aging, then fix that in myself

b) Find out what is collectable and bring that forward as well, sell for big profit

c) SPORTS BETTING!

c) Become a healthy long lived and less corrupt Biff Tannen

[Polly Smithson]

I've been thinking about this all day, trying to come up with something cool - certainly there are incredible moments and periods in history that would be amazing to witness and the future is particularly intriguing. Watching Doctor Who gives one a great many imaginings on the possibilities.

But I'm a bit of a secret sentimentalist and rather lame and there are people whom I miss very, very dearly. So if I could I would go back to 1998, to Mhlambanyatsi in early/mid January when the summer heat isn't quite so overwhelming. Presumably if we have the ability to travel through time we can manipulate things so that we seem as we were at a given point in our lives - so I'd like to be back with my family then, as a young teenager. I'd get up early, before dawn, and go for a run with my pack of brothers and then, rather than begging off of chores as was the tendency, I'd go with Brad on the rounds. We'd probably get stranded at the farthest possible point from the house because the truck was only reliable in the fact that it broke down at the most inconvenient times. We'd have to walk back and then we'd let out the cows and argue over who got stuck with Jezebel, the mean one. I'd hug him - which would confuse the hell out of him, but I'd do it all the same.

I'd cement mix at the breakfast table and Gran and Beauty would tch, but Dad would smile with his eyes over the rim of his mug - and I'd want to somehow try to get him not to worry so much about how things turn out, or the decisions he's making. He was too hard on himself and didn't know the impact he had on us kids, in the best way possible - it aged him, then. It would be nice to try and convince him that he doesn't have to travel quite so much (or drag us along) but if that brought him comfort then so be it, so long as he didn't worry quite so much.

I'd be nicer to my little brother, who only ever wanted to feel a part of things rather than being The Baby, the irritating last thought at the end of every endeavor. (Or maybe I wouldn't, but it's a nice thought!)

I'd sit with Gran and get her to tell the stories of growing up in old Africa, of meeting Grandpa, of raising her kids, for the hundredth time. And when she held out her empty mug and coyly asked, "Who loves me?", I wouldn't groan and complain with the rest of the kids over having to go and fix her a new cup of tea. I'd cook with her and memorize the feel of her hands (she had amazing hands, hardworn but always so soft from Elizabeth Anne's lotion) and do the laundry with Beauty, hang the sheets and pay attention to the old tunes she hummed so that I wouldn't always be trying to Google old shona tunes that don't have names in an effort to remember how they go.

In the afternoon I'd ride Lekker with Fitz and the dogs down to the water hole and we'd go for a swim, naked and terrified of snakes and hippos. That night we'd have a sing-song after dinner, all the old tunes by Whitaker and ABBA and Denver and then the olds would go in to play cards and have gin and tonic and us kids would go out to the yard with the radio and torches to listen to Squad Cars repeats and Zeppelin and chat the way we used to. Camp out there in the open air and wake up stiff and sore and dusty, just to do it all over again.

Lame, and glorious. :)

Ha - I'm very likely romanticizing this a great deal as the past always tends to look rosy. But this was the happiest time in my life, even the irritating bits, and knowing how things turn out in the end... well, I'd like to just take it for granted less than I did and soak it up for all that it was.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

Liz, your post made me sentimental too :cry

[Figrin D'an]

I'd jump forward about 1000 years to see if humanity actually matured enough to become anything more than a Type 0 civilization. Could be either a very exciting or very depressing peak into the future of our species.

[Rossos Atrapes]

There are a whole bunch of things I'd like to do with such an ability.

First, I'd probably go back to Galilee in the first century and watch the Sermon on the Mount. I'd be too afraid to talk to him, or even get too close. Ugh. Just imagining standing face to face with Jesus is almost terrifying.

Then I'd go back to my grandparents' and parents' childhoods for just a day. I hear a lot of hilarious stories about my dad's days as a kid, but with his dad being the man he is, I know I'd be a lot more sympathetic to the man who would become my father.

The person I'd try to understand the most is my maternal grandfather, as I resemble him personality-wise quite a bit. He had a hard life, and I can't really ask him about his past, as his memory is going. I have a few good stories, and those will have to suffice for now, until I can ask him on a good day about his parents and such.

Just a day would be enough, I think, to get a better understanding of them. Otherwise, I might not want to leave, and all pre and misconceptions aside, I'm pretty sure I was born in the right period. As bad as history has been in some respects, I can't help but think that if I interfered, things would only get worse. It'd be a lot easier to find a job then, though...

[Lilaena De'Ville]

As Woody Allen said, you may think it would be wonderful to live in belle-époque Paris, but the reality is there was no nova wine when you went to the dentist.

[Peter McCoy]

Assuming anything witnessed in the future will transpire exactly as witnessed, I'd jump ahead a few weeks and find out the numbers for the Euromillions and win it mutliple times - enough to win myself a good £100 Million plus even if there's multiple winners :p

I'd invest in space exploration as well as the videgame and movie industry, and my friends business. I'd buy a really nice house in Liverpool (I honestly wouldn't want to live in another city other than the one I was born in), nothing huge, just a nice decent three-bedroom detached house somewhere nice. I'd have an awesome wedding before the honeymoon. And by honeymoon I mean travel for like a year, with the odd week back home to see friends and family.

If that wasn't an option, I'd travel back to 1996 when I started senior school and tell myself what to focus on in school so that I'd be further ahead in my career rather than not having even started it like I am now. This is all assuming it wouldn't alter how important things turned out like meeting my future fiancee etc.