If I had to pick between going back in time or going into the future, I would pick going back in time.
While there are PLENTY of reasons I’ve chosen this option, a few of them are:
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To Remember Past Occurrences: So the next time my sister says “NO, THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED…” I can say, “Uh, no, I recorded it…THIS is what happened…”
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Because I Can’t Remember Anything: Like where I put my earbuds…
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The Mysteries: If you think about it, there are WAY too many mysteries in America’s past, because either a)nobody thought to write it down, or b) nobody could write. Going back to figure out the reasons all these things happened would be AWESOME. Then I could start some secret-society-club where only me and a bunch of my friends would REALLY know what happened in ancient America…
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So I Can Kick Some Spanish Butt: For real. Of all the continents to slaughter people on, why couldn’t they have picked a nice island where monkeys were living? We would’ve found a way to save the monkeys. Eventually.
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To Fix A Few Mistakes: Wouldn’t we all like to do that…
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To Save Somebody Famous: Now how effing cool would it be for a picture of me saving Martin Luther King Jr. be in history books everywhere. Pretty effing cool.
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To Kill Somebody Famous: …What? Don’t worry, it’d only be Hitler or somebody like that (Random Fact: I did NOT know he had a love interest throughout his entire slaughter-ordeal. Just goes to show that we’re all human…though some of us more than others).
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Because If I Could Go Back In Time, It Would Mean I Had A Time Machine: Nuff said.
On Another Completely Unrelated Note: I GOT A BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE! Y’ALL HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED I AM :’D (apparently excited enough to say y’all…)