Today’s Bloganuary prompt is as follows:
If you could, what year would you time travel to, and why?
I don’t think I’d like to travel to the future, as all my family and friends would be dead and I’d not know a soul. Instead I’d like to time travel back to when I was seventeen, so that would be 1974, and of course I’d still know all I know now.
Starting over with an old head on young shoulders I could put to rights all the mistakes I’ve made along life’s highway. All my now deceased family members would be living, and so I could talk to the older generation in a way I never did when they were alive and learn more about my great-grandparents and great-great grandparents and the kind of lives they led. I could also choose a career path more suited to my talents rather than the one I did take.
I would dream big, pursue the arts, be more patient with my eldest son, take more time over my debut novel, take exercise and give up eating shite sooner. It’s no good being young with a young head because you make too many mistakes. The ideal combination is an 18 year old body with at least 60+ years of insight. A few of us are lucky enough to be born like this. I wish I had been!