If I build a time machine, would you like a lift back and to where & when?

[Handcreamqueen]

I’d choose a weekend in 1986.

I’m 13. It’s a Saturday morning, I get up, dad will cook me eggy bread but will call it ‘French toast’ and I’ll think that’s dead posh.

I’ll watch a bit of Saturday Superstore whilst mum pops to the Post Office to get her Woman’s Weekly magazine and my Just 17 and Smash Hits mags and Mandy for my younger sister.

I’ll then pop into town with my friends and mooch around the shops, have a browse in Our Price for the latest No.1 single then into Tammy Girl and Top Shop and finally pop into Woolies for some Pic n Mix.
Catch the train back home and tint my permed hair with a Shaders Champagne Gold tint and end up with patchy orange hair, then follows the meltdown because I can NOT possibly go to school on Monday looking like this 🤣

Later we’ll have a chippy tea (or a Chinese take away if it’s someone’s birthday) and we will all sit down as a family and watch Gladiators, Blind Date and The Generation Game. Mum and dad might even let us stay up late and watch Dempsey and Makepeace or a video hired from the local video shop (ie the bit at the back of the local corner shop).

On Sunday dad will wash the car, we’ll have a lovely roast with Nan and Grandad round, a long dog walk in the afternoon then toasted sandwiches and soup for tea, a bath and watch Songs of Praise (yawn) and Bullseye then bed. School the next day, boohoo!

Where do you want to get dropped off?

I’d like to pay a fleeting visit to the morning of 19 September 1978. I’d ask my brother to use his car to go to work instead of his motor bike.

I'd go back to summer 1990. I'd just started nurse training and I had an absolute blast

Oh ffs that’s unnecessarily dark. Just ‘go back in time’ and make sure his parents never meet, it’s horrible to talk about smothering a baby at all let alone so vividly, I don’t care who that baby represents.

Oh wow. That sounds just idyllic - what a beautiful memory!

I think I'd go forwards. Then I could come back and buy shares in all the next big things.

But I also would join the other poster and head back to my house 1620s being built and explore ye olde Britain.

Oh and can I head to see the vikings too, that must have been an amazing era, if you were a successful Viking.

The early 1960s, I never met my grandad who died before I was born.

I think around may - June 2006 I had not long spilt up with my ex and beginning my university degree, with the knowledge I have now I'd go back to then, focus on my studies, hopefully get to know a person on my course called Beth, and then see where the timeline went from there.

Me too, I'd go back to 26th March 2023 and bring my mum to the hospital. She died suddenly and unexpectedly on 27th March suspected heart attack but still haven't got the full autopsy report back. I miss her so much x

Personally, history wise I would prefer to go back in time to see who built and how they built the pyramids

To see Roman life in Pompeii, Egyptians, Tudors and then World War 2. Would also love to be in the 1950's.

Plus I'd be intrigued if the wild west was really the wild west as depicted in various films with the saloon's etc

The swinging sixties. I’d wander around barefoot with daisies in my hair, falling in love with very cool boys.

Happy to come along to 1986 though, 12 year old me would’ve loved that day. I’ll bring the Viennetta!

Somewhere round 2000 so I can re-live the early days with now DH. I'm so lucky to have struck gold with him and would do it all over again if I could. The only thing I would change is not to put as much importance on lifestyle and holidays but spend the money on having more babies.

We didn't want more kids back then but I kind of miss the adults they would have been by now if we had decided on a bigger family. Not a regret as such though but just wonder what the kids we never even created would have looked like and what their life would have been.

That sounds so weird I know!

I was going to point out that you never go backwards because you never know what you will change will change, but so many heartbreaking reasons on here to go back for a loved one 😢

First, I'd go back and try to be a better parent.

I'd definitely go back to check out the people in the religious texts.

You would love this episode -

A woman goes back in time to the birth of Hitler and attempts to interfere so that World War II never happens.

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88’ was my 13th year, loved everything you said, except it would be mashed up boiled eggs for breakfast with toast or bacon butties. DF would be working till lunch time, he’d come home with his paper and pick his ponies, myself and older DB like you out with friends, younger DB with either mum or dad. I’d call my Nan from town asking if she wanted anything, catch the bus to her house before going home for tea, not chippy as catholics that’s a very Friday night thing, my DF was a great cook so always a pot of something stewing. I don’t have very many found memories of my mother but I do remember enjoying helping do her hair, big 80s perm, rollers, tongues and back combing, doing a mad dash to spar for new tights because she’d laddered hers and smells of Impulse Gypsy and Insette hairspray. My brothers and I would watch tv after our parents went out, my DB would sometimes let me stay up late and watch something I shouldn’t, we’d hear our parents coming home and I’d dash to bed, but not for long as most weeks we’d be dragged out of bed and the record player put on for a family dance party.

I loved getting smash hits, it was a big treat, song lyrics and my room was covered in posters.

Id happily go back to then and spend every single moment with my Nan, I’d do anything to be sat laughing at her screaming at the TV as if the actors could hear her, her secret bag of cola cubes or pear drops stuffed down beside her so no one could steal any and watching my DF, aunts and uncles trying to sneak past her house without her seeing as they’d get in trouble for going out drinking, unfortunately for them she lived 2 doors away from one of the working men’s clubs they drank in 😆

Just to sit and have a cup of tea & chat with my wonderful late MIL again. Miss her so much.

Sorry for all those who have experienced such great sadness in their lives, your words are very moving.

On a relatively lighter note, like others have said I’d like to go back to see the birth/life of Jesus to find out what really happened. I’d also like to go back to Tudor times and see Henry V111 and his six wives, observing life at the time. However I would probably deeply regret doing both those things.

Could you please pop me back about 8 months to the carpark in the city centre when I'd just backed into a pillar. I hate driving, and I especially hate driving in the city centre, and I REALLY hate parking, and my family had bought me a present that involved all three, and I didn't even like or want the present, but I REALLY regret bursting into tears and telling my teenage daughter that I hated the present. I would like to go back, I'll still burst into tears and crash the car, but I won't admit I hate the present. I hate that I told her that.

It's a really hard question because even though bad things have happened , they've led me to where I am in life and I'd not change that. I think I'd just go back to a random weekend when I was 18, young , plenty spare cash and just spend the weekend partying and having fun with friends.

Go back 20 years and find my DH so we could get together younger and have more lovely DCs

November 10 and 11, 1630, if I could be invisible, to see the Day of Dupes as it happened. There are so many conflicting descriptions.