If you could jump in a tardis today….

If I remember rightly, part of the 'deal' with time travel in the TARDIS was that you weren't allowed to change the outcome of historical events. That being so, I would like to go back to just before WW2 and wander round my home town to see just what it was like before it was bombed. I've seen images but find it hard to relate them to the modern town.
If I'm wrong and I could change things, then I would go back 36 years and attempt to prevent the circumstances that led to my father's premature death.

Jess20

I think I'd go into the future and see how well, or not, we have dealt with the climate crisis. I'd probably want to use this information to advise my children whether or not they should go on to have their own kids.

The climate has always changed. it has never been a static thing. God who created it controls it and changes it. You have bought into a global lie- an excuse for controlling the population. Step back from joining in with the delusions you are force fed. There are far more compelling reasons to not breed than climate issues. But please. Please. Do not advise your children on whether they should breed. You lost that high ground the moment you yourself got pregnant.

LizzieDrip

This is going to sound really cringeworthy, but it’s true. I’d go back to a dark, snowy December evening in 1972. My then boyfriend (now husband) and I were teenagers and out walking in the snow - better than sitting in the house with parents. We stopped under a lamppost (for a cheeky kiss) and he said ‘I think I love you’. We married as teenagers and everyone said it wouldn’t work. 50 years later - still together and still like a walk in the snow

I think that’s lovely 😀

SEPTEMBER 10th 1959, Twydall. The day I screwed up the rest of my life by failing to speak up to the girl of my dreams. Truly faint heart really never does win gorgeous girl.

I'd like to go back to Tudor times to a reasonably rich household and see if it's true that nobody washed. Apparently they thought that water opened pores and let germs and illness in. The stink must have been terrible!

I would love to go back to the 1970's the best years of my life.

I’d like to go to the pacific islands, the only place on my bucket list I’ve never managed. And if possible to Menorca on a big family holiday with my beloved mum.

Back to when I was 16 parents and grandparents were still alive would just sit and listen to them reminisce and have hugs and kisses

I’ve been wanting to visit my beloved DB in Florida as he had a big operation on 30th November last year and I wanted to see and cuddle him before his operation, the operation went well. But Sadly he passed away last week (5 weeks after his op) unexpectedly, so now I’m never going to get the chance to give him a cuddle one last time.

To see queen live at Wembley

Almost anywhere in Italy. How wonderful to travel without the predictably awful airport experience.

May 1978 to the house I built.

I would want to go forward about about 30 years and see my family all grown up and thriving.

Definitely not forward.
Backwards to meet my maternal grandmother. She died in childbirth so My mother never got to know her or her family. We knew nothing about them.

GrammyGrammy, I don't believe in all that God stuff, I believe we need to take responsibility for our own actions with regard to climate change and not expect supernatural intervention.

winterwhite

To see the African sky at night.

Me too. And experience some of the many cultures. "Under African Skies". I'd go to SA.

Anywhere, absolutely anywhere, dh driving me round the bend!!!

I would like to see my Mum and Dad again and thank them for the wonderful childhood they gave to me, my sister and two brothers.

This may be upsetting for some GNetters

I would go back to a day in 1976 when my first baby girl was alive and and just hold her and take care of her again. She died peacefully but suddenly just before Christmas age 7 months.

I learnt such a lot then, her funeral was the first one I had ever attended. Also the local paper stuck their noses into our lives and reported her death on the front page of the Christmas edition without any contact with us. I have hated the press ever since and if I could get my hands on that journalist....... because what was printed was not the truth.

We bought a small piece of land in the countryside very near our home and we planted 300 trees on it in 1987. I started planting snowdrops a few years later and now there are thousands of bulbs which are slowly emerging and will flower in the next few weeks. All done in memory of our lovely daughter.

To Svalbard, or Kiruna to see the Aurora Borealis

I’d go back to Stirling. The kilties would still be in the Castle, my grandmother would still be alive & well - oh and I’d be slim enough to squeeze through the railings to get into the King’s Knot. I’d love to meet my mother’s grandparents, but my own grandmother would be enough to burst my heart wide open.

Valels

As its the tardis, I'd head back in time. I'm researching family history and going back to the early 1800s and actually seeing my ancestors might make my job a lot easier!

It would mine too at exactly the same time up to 1871. I never knew where my name had come from before my g. granddad and he was illegitimate. With DNA I have been able to go 4 generations back and now know where the name comes from but the in-between are probably the DNA matches I am getting that make no sense. It's very frustrating.

Kate1949; We were there on a day trip, so had to pay the full whack!

Sparklefizz There’s no sparkle in your memory post here. It was an unfortunate and sad occurrence for you in the way it played out. It may have, could have had a different ending - we don’t know. I’m sorry for your loss.
I hope you have had some good fortune in the past years to offset your sadness.
Cheers! (are still available)
USA Gundy

I would like to go back to 1819 to Haworth to see what really happened to one of my ancestors, Reverend Samuel Redhead who was, very briefly, the curate there just before the Bronte family arrived there.
There are two accounts of what happened, one involving a donkey and a drunken chimney sweep, and another more sinister one, also involving a donkey but with an attempt by the congregation to murder him! I would love to be there to see what the truth was.