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What Would You Do If You Had 24 Hours to Time Travel?

(Do I get bonus points for being first?)
Robert wrote: "(Do I get bonus points for being first?) ..."
100 points applied to your account. Redeemable in the year 2115.
So I guess you'd be packing your hiking gear and not depending on local food sources. Sounds fun.
100 points applied to your account. Redeemable in the year 2115.
So I guess you'd be packing your hiking gear and not depending on local food sources. Sounds fun.

100 points applied to your account. Redeemable in the year 2115.
So I guess you'd be packing your hiking gear and not depending on l..."
Okay, so now I want to travel to the year 2115, so I can collect the points.

I would go back to 1989. I would tell myself to not play racquetball that fall, because I sustained a serious back injury when I dove head first into a wall trying to make a shot.
I would also tell myself to buy as much Iomega stock as I could in 1994. Within 18 months, a $15 thousand dollar investment would have been worth over $2 million.
So, kill two birds with one stone. :)

Randy wrote: "I would go back to 1989. I would tell myself to not play racquetball that fall, because I sustained a serious back injury when I dove head first into a wall trying to make a shot. ..."
Ouch. Sounds like a good plan. Would anything change in your life other than lack of long-term pain as a result of not having the back injury? For example, was there time spent in the hospital or a summer spent doing X instead of Y because of the injury?
Ouch. Sounds like a good plan. Would anything change in your life other than lack of long-term pain as a result of not having the back injury? For example, was there time spent in the hospital or a summer spent doing X instead of Y because of the injury?
Robert wrote: "Okay, so now I want to travel to the year 2115, so I can collect the points. ..."
Ah, but first you have to travel to January 21, 2020, to this thread to determine WHERE to go in the year 2115 to redeem your points. The post will disappear after 24 hours and then there will be yet another comment here on February 19, 2021, for exactly 24 hours which will explain what you can do with those points once you have them.
Ah, but first you have to travel to January 21, 2020, to this thread to determine WHERE to go in the year 2115 to redeem your points. The post will disappear after 24 hours and then there will be yet another comment here on February 19, 2021, for exactly 24 hours which will explain what you can do with those points once you have them.

Ah, but first you have to travel to January 21, 2020, to this thread to determine WHERE to go in th..."
Now you sound like the IRS. Maybe I should go back in time to sabotage the creation of that fun group.
Robert wrote: "Now you sound like the IRS. Maybe I should go back in time to sabotage the creation of that fun group...."
But don't you want your bonus points?
I tell you what. If you sabotage the creation of that fun little group, I'll place the bonus points on an agreed upon GPS coordination on your day of choice in the Cambrian period. Oh wait. Blasted satellites won't be working that far in the past. Better bring your compass and hope the poles aren't that far off. Or you can hope your time machine is adjusted well enough to find it.
But don't you want your bonus points?
I tell you what. If you sabotage the creation of that fun little group, I'll place the bonus points on an agreed upon GPS coordination on your day of choice in the Cambrian period. Oh wait. Blasted satellites won't be working that far in the past. Better bring your compass and hope the poles aren't that far off. Or you can hope your time machine is adjusted well enough to find it.
My travel back would be pretty mundane to most people. I would go back to February 1927, to a place only a few miles from where I live. I have a newspaper clipping describing a dinner at my great grandparents' home for my great grandmother's 73rd birthday. My grandparents were there, in their forties. And so were a few children, who were later my aunts and uncles. My mother, all of five years old, would also be around. According to the report, "At one o'clock we were invited into the dining room where you never saw a table loaded with so many good things to eat. After dinner we enjoyed the music of the Victrola." If I could get myself invited, it would be a fine "country" dinner with some fine people, and I think I would enjoy it immensely.

But don't you want your bonus points?
I tell you what. If you sabotage t..."
To do that, I'd have to hope that the map of Earth and its land mass at the time is accurate. I'll bring some snorkeling gear, just in case.

The worst part is that I had dropped from 405 to 300 pounds from April to October of 1989, and my life was improving quite a bit, because of a new diet and a daily 3-hour morning regimen of swimming and racquetball. It was not unusual for me to drop 15 pounds during those morning sessions, simply from sweating.
I've always been overweight, and that was probably the point in my life of my best physical condition (32 years old).
Because of inactivity and a return to bad eating habits (comfort food!), I put back on all the weight I lost, and more.
I still sleep in a recliner instead of a bed because the back gets stiff and painful if I'm prone for an extended period.
So I see it as a very pivotal point in my life. But everyone has sob stories, right?
Ken wrote: "My travel back would be pretty mundane to most people. I would go back to February 1927, to a place only a few miles from where I live. I have a newspaper clipping describing a dinner at my great..."
That would be interesting indeed. What a treasure of a newspaper article. Perhaps you could invite yourself over as someone from the newspaper covering the birthday party and use the same byline from the article as your pseudonym...
That would be interesting indeed. What a treasure of a newspaper article. Perhaps you could invite yourself over as someone from the newspaper covering the birthday party and use the same byline from the article as your pseudonym...

The newspaper left out the description of the obnoxious party-crasher who seemed strangely out of place. :)
Randy wrote: "So I see it as a very pivotal point in my life...."
It definitely sounds that only good could come from such a change. You were losing 15 pounds a morning? That was quite an amazing transformation.
Yes, we all have sob stories. But some moments are more pivotal than others, aren't they? That's one of those moments that keeps on giving and it doesn't seem quite fair.
It definitely sounds that only good could come from such a change. You were losing 15 pounds a morning? That was quite an amazing transformation.
Yes, we all have sob stories. But some moments are more pivotal than others, aren't they? That's one of those moments that keeps on giving and it doesn't seem quite fair.
Randy wrote: "Is there a loophole there? That is, at the end of the 24 hours, can't I choose to time travel back to just before the 24 hours of time travel began, and do it all over again? :)"
P.S. No loophole. The time machine won't last more than 24 total hours. Period.
P.S. No loophole. The time machine won't last more than 24 total hours. Period.
I'm sure I would be obnoxious, especially in that era. While I could pass myself off as the reporter, the actual reporter was someone from the community that they would all recognize. Second, the clipping is cut off at a point before the byline is given, and, third, these reporters were usually women, and I think this one was also. Not only that, but the real reporter would be there wondering why I was using his/her name. And I would probably meeting the County Sheriff very soon after I arrived.
Ken wrote: "And I would probably meeting the County Sheriff very soon after I arrived. ..."
Ha. Ha. I guess you'd have to come up with some other ruse for being there. Although I'm still in favor of you trying to pass yourself off as a lady just to see what would happen.
Ha. Ha. I guess you'd have to come up with some other ruse for being there. Although I'm still in favor of you trying to pass yourself off as a lady just to see what would happen.
I'd get to meet the County Sheriff even sooner (if I lived).

Ha. Ha. I guess you'd have to come up with some other ruse for being there. Although I'm still in favor ..."
A time-traveling DOUBTFIRE -- to avoid arrest. I like it. Certainly a comedic warning about the perils of time travel.
The result might resemble what happened to Marty McFly in his "special" outfit when he traveled back to 1885.

I used to bring several shirts in my gym bag, and change in between games, putting the wet shirts in a plastic bag. When I got back to the locker room, I'd wring them out in the showers. A LOT of water. :)
I also had to bring a towel along, as sometimes the floor of the racquetball court got
And I drank a lot of water during the session, so I wouldn't get dehydrated.

In my retirement community, I live next to a married couple that have been in wheelchairs for 40+ years because of a drunk driver.
More than unfair.
He was even on "What's My Line" at one point. He and a partner developed a method to train horses not to soil their stalls, to wait until they got outside the barn.
While there are things in my past that I don't necessarily like, I wouldn't trade the lessons learned from them. Therefore, there is only one thing in the past that I'd like to change. It involves the loss of a close friend of 15 years. And the only way to change it would be to convince my younger self not to link to his website from my website so that our friendship could not be sabotaged. So I'd first have to time travel to October of 1997 to Room #803 to take care of that little problem. While I was there, I'd offer my 1997 self instructions on which stocks I should invest in in the fall of 2005 when I'd be safely distanced from those who might squander a fortune. Of course, realizing that my grandparents would still be alive, I'd have to visit them and make up some story about why I'm in Alabama and not Oklahoma. Although, they might notice a wee bit of aging.
Once those two tasks were finished ... if I could tear myself away from my grandparents, I'd spend the rest of my 24 hours skipping through the future to see what I could see. In the nearest futures, I'd be sure to arrive on Halloween so that my attire wouldn't cause too much alarm. I'd first advance 30 years at a time, then 100 at a time, then 1000 at a time. I'll need to bring along a face mask just in case of nuclear disaster or biological disaster.
Once those two tasks were finished ... if I could tear myself away from my grandparents, I'd spend the rest of my 24 hours skipping through the future to see what I could see. In the nearest futures, I'd be sure to arrive on Halloween so that my attire wouldn't cause too much alarm. I'd first advance 30 years at a time, then 100 at a time, then 1000 at a time. I'll need to bring along a face mask just in case of nuclear disaster or biological disaster.

Another novel in the making, though not in the same vein as Ken's. So, without trying to pry too much, if you unlinked your website from his, how exactly would that change your life? (Reply optional.)

I'd pick up a couple friends, then enjoy a game of mailbox baseball on this long country road near my house that is just begging for it. If any of my buddies busts a melon playing ball, we'd stop by the local ER. However, that would necessitate a rinse-and-repeat, so we'd have to go back in time to start over. (We need a clean game with no injuries; only mailboxes will suffer.) After our game, we would stop by a diner, have a couple beers, and laugh about how stupid we are.

Is it the mailboxes that are begging for it, or the owners?
Robert wrote: "if you unlinked your website from his, how would that change your life? ...."
Stupid sad sob story hidden for embarrassment 's sake: (view spoiler)
Stupid sad sob story hidden for embarrassment 's sake: (view spoiler)
E.B. wrote: "AI'd pick up a couple friends, then enjoy a game of mailbox baseball on this long country road near my house that is just begging for it. ..."
You know, you really don't need a time machine for that ... just some good disguises.
You know, you really don't need a time machine for that ... just some good disguises.

Stupid sad sob story hidden for embarrassment 's sake: [spoilers removed]"
Well, not stupid, but sad, for sure. Words that were spoken or written, wishing we could reel them in. Been there, done that.

I’d like to travel to somewhere I've always feared to go, because of the possible Paradox involved.
I'd like to meet an ancestor of mine, Sir Nigel Loring, who commanded The White Company in the 100 Years War.
What a guy, Conan Doyle wrote two books about him.
Employing your scenario, I’d go in an instant & return without Paradox ever coming into play.
So get on it, will ya?
Don’t be a tease.
I would go to the past too. My dad died rather suddenly when I was not quite three so I never got to know him. Now that I'm as old as he was, I'd love to go back to talk to him. He was a state park Ranger in California. I think I'd sign up for one of his trail walks and let him teach me about nature for an afternoon. I'd probably ask way more personal questions than the average park visitor, but it would be cool to see him in his element.
If I had any hours left in my day, I'd probably pop into the future. See if there are any impending crises that need averting when I get home. (might snag a couple lotto numbers while I'm at it.) Then I would go back to my life and try to live in the moment.
If I had any hours left in my day, I'd probably pop into the future. See if there are any impending crises that need averting when I get home. (might snag a couple lotto numbers while I'm at it.) Then I would go back to my life and try to live in the moment.

That thought has always stuck with me.
I still say when I bang into a door or wall that I was just testing to see if there was a portal to the past.

When you took a picture, it showed you the scene 15 minutes or so later. They used it to take pictures of the tote board at the racetrack just before the start of each race, so they could see the official results and bet.
As usual, a tragic, yet amusing, ending.

Good question. Might be a little bit of both. ;)
Amy wrote: "You know, you really don't need a time machine for that ... just some good disguises."
Lol, true that. But if I time travel and have my fun, then I can time travel back before I did it and avoid the consequences by never having done it. Right?

Would you settle for P.D.Q. Bach? :)"
I've heard PDQ play three times in concert. I'm a big fan and have many of his recordings. I've also performed several of his things, including the ground rounds and the Libeslieder Polkas.
I got to meet Peter Schickele twice. He's surprisingly soft-spoken and quiet.
To my intense dismay, after one of the concerts PDQ did at my university, the reporter for the school newspaper wrote a review full of indignation that PDQ and the university orchestra seemed to be making fun of Bach. Apparently, all the laughter from the audience only fueled the fire of that indignation.

Someone came out on stage at the start to say Professor Schickele would be late, because of a sore throat. That he had gone to see a Dr. Rialto about it.
Then he appeared in one of the boxes on the side of the auditorium, shouting, "I'm here! I'm here!".
It was a laugh fest all night. And good music too. :)
Nathan wrote: "I would go to the past too. My dad died rather suddenly when I was not quite three so I never got to know him. Now that I'm as old as he was, I'd love to go back to talk to him. He was a state park..."
I somehow missed the continuation of this thread. I especially like this one. How wonderful it would be if you did ever get such an opportunity. One thing I like about the time travel genre is the beautiful what-ifs it allows us to imagine.
I somehow missed the continuation of this thread. I especially like this one. How wonderful it would be if you did ever get such an opportunity. One thing I like about the time travel genre is the beautiful what-ifs it allows us to imagine.

And one of the wonderful things about the time travel genre is authors that can show us how those beautiful what-ifs can become Monkey's Paw type traps, via the law of unintended consequences.

Randy, I like 'what-if' when you break this law.

I don't think I'd be able to resist just one stop to get the winning lottery numbers for next week. I've been thinking about this a lot for reasons of plot. Buying any kind of futures contract, share option, placing a bet on a race, etc. - all of these things would have a potential effect on the outcome and risk a loss of capital (as well as prosecution - why would an ordinary Joe or Jill suddenly buy these financial instruments which turned out to be winners?). The only thing that wouldn't carry this risk is advance knowledge of lottery numbers because there's no connection between the choice of bet and the mechanical system making the choice of winners. Even then, you'd have to keep quiet before and after the event.
Reading back what I've written, I see I would be undone by my camera footage of times past. Scientists might not believe I'd been, but the authorities would happily take my winnings from me!
Mark wrote: "I'd love to see a city like London grow one century at a time, to see how it really evolved, right from the first settlers. I'd love to see what the people were like, experience the sights, sounds ..."
Ah. The body odor problem. I visited a non-deodorant country back in the early '90s and found it disorienting to come back to a scent-free country. I found it almost confusing to not instantly know someone's smell. It felt somehow dishonest. It would be interesting to see a true time traveler from the past react to the lack of honest personal smells in our time. Then again, some people are more sensitive to the subtleties of smells than others. The only time travel novel I remember addressing the smell of the past is Washington's Providence.
Considering how many colds I've caught season, I'd make a poor time traveler indeed. But perhaps one could avoid catastrophe if given just 24 hours for travel.
Ah. The body odor problem. I visited a non-deodorant country back in the early '90s and found it disorienting to come back to a scent-free country. I found it almost confusing to not instantly know someone's smell. It felt somehow dishonest. It would be interesting to see a true time traveler from the past react to the lack of honest personal smells in our time. Then again, some people are more sensitive to the subtleties of smells than others. The only time travel novel I remember addressing the smell of the past is Washington's Providence.
Considering how many colds I've caught season, I'd make a poor time traveler indeed. But perhaps one could avoid catastrophe if given just 24 hours for travel.
I addressed the odors, including body odors, in my latest short story, but since the travelers went mostly to coastal areas, the dominant smell was "fish."

I try to use all of the five senses as often as possible without intruding into the story. It makes the scene much more immediate to the reader even if it contributes in no other way.
Simple answers OR involved narratives are both welcome in response.