to be sad I'll never travel back in time?

[JammyGem]

An odd thing to be sad about I know.

It hits me every now and then that I'll never travel back in time - I was reading a book about a local biscuit maker the other day (riveting, I know) and they listed a few of the old biscuits that they stopped making after the war, and commented how we'll probably never know what they tasted like - my immediate thought was 'ooh when I go back I'll have to try some of these, they sound interesting'. Then the obvious fact that that's never going to happen hit me and I felt a bit glum

It happens for loads of random things, I think 'when I travel back to Roman times I'm going to ask Catullus x' or 'I'm going to go see Aristophanes' Frogs when he first puts it on' or 'I'm going to visit the singing statue of Memnon when it still sang' etc...

Completely barmy I know, but AIBU?

Look on the bright side people - IF there is an afterlife who's to say you won't be able to go back or forward in time, travel the universe or whatever floats your boat!

You would appreciate the little things more in the past, definitely. It's like when I go camping....suddenly just warming my hands round a cup of tea is the best thing ever.

I would love to be able to meet some of my ancestors but retain the ability to come back to cleanliness and healthcare!

I thought I was the only one that got sad about this. Love Mumsnet

I also feel sad about my lack of time travel abilities and possibilities.

As a child, I loved reading stories where time travel was involved and when the time traveller amazed everyone with tales of their era, I just wanted to screech in delight. I've never been interested in travel beyond the present day and favour Victorian times, though WWII also interests me.

I live in a Victorian house and have found out a reasonable amount about its history. I feel immensely frustrated that I'll never see it as it originally was. I would love to be able to return the garden to the original layout as shown on maps of the time as that's one of the few things I can be sure of.

I am very sad about it.
Particularly as dh is a mathematician and some of his colleagues do the kind of theoretical physics that ought to prove time travel is possible but according to several of them I have met at parties proves it isn't [eyeroll]

I really think it ought to be possible and he ought to be inventing it for me. Otherwise what is the point of my being married to him, eh?

I swore I would marry the German physicist who fancied me if he would invent and build a time machine for me to stay at uni forever. Unfortunately he probably realised the paradox in that if he built it, I would just disappear back in time and never have to marry him. Ha!

Sorry all ye wannabe time travellers if I've ruined it for you all.

Ooo, I find the plot points where the present-day time traveller tells people in the past of modern technology the most interesting too. I love how they're all like 'flying motorised vehicles made of metal? Magic boxes in your parlour allowing moving images and sound to be transmitted over miles? Houses reaching hundreds of metres into the sky? Impossible!' Bwahaha. And then the time traveller gets called a witch or something and has to run away from them.

One of my favourite short stories is a Twilight Zone one - 'A Message from Charity'. Look it up if you like the idea of a modern American teenager having visions of life in colonial America, and communicating with a girl he finds there/then.