“ there’s a lot of vagueness going on here. do you mean in time, as in centuries, decades, or are you talking about where i would go in my personal life? in that case there’s two answers. if it’s the first case, i’d go back to the renaissance ages to check out the outrage, maybe have a hoot with davinci while i was there, watch dudes paint dicks on ceilings, live that time when the world was reinventing itself. and that’s the heartfelt, cute answer. the other one takes a darker turn. if i had to go back in my own time, i’d go to the time when my mom had it the worst.what’s the point of going back and reliving happy moments if you could go back and change things? knowing what i do now, i’d try to convince her she’s a good mother and that her mental problems aren’t an obstacle, that she can do it and she’ll get better in the future. i’d help her find her own help, and tell my dad to back the fuck off and shut his trap. i’d save some heartache from myself in the process, and could prevent her from getting sucked into the void of her own mind. it’s be nice to see her happy sooner, and not struggling with being here. and that’s just if i could influence what happened. ”