If I could go back in time, I would probably go back to the mid 1800’s. That was the time Hans Christian Andersen wrote his famous works of fiction, and I’d love to be able to hear hiss tell his stories out loud! They would be exactly as he intended them to be, not some other author’s version.

There’s another reason why I’d go back just to listen to Andersen’s stories: listening to a story teller is an insignificant part of history. If I went back to a prehistoric date and told a caveman how to invent a car, for example, history would be altered. I might not even exist in the new version of the future, meaning I wouldn’t be able to travel back in time, which would mean the future wouldn’t be altered at all, which would mean I’d still go back in time – and the whole cycle would start all over again. I would be permanently stuck in a temporal paradox.

Time travel can be very difficult and confusing, in other words.