Is there a time in your life you would give anything to go back to?

Sigh. A healthy person, however, moves on.

Sure, I’d love to go back to when I was 4 years old, with the knowledge I have now. Then I could finish high school in short order, and get a jump on life and invest in google early.

Badda bing, Badda boom.

A moment in love can last for a life time.

I wish I was 18 again

@skfinkel: I don’t think it has to be that serious. It could be a matter of going back to a time in your relationship that was happier than it is now… to remind yourself to work on things harder because you love them… or going back and doing things differently.

“A heart is not judged by how much YOU love, but by how much YOU are loved, by others.”

—Actor Frank Morgan, speaking in character as Professor Marvel in, The Wizard of Oz (1939)

The best times in my life have been when I’ve felt infinity was spilling out before me.
Everything was possible, you know what I mean?

To be forever caught in one moment, no matter how magical, kind of defeats that for me.
So I guess my answer is no?

I’m with skfinkel. Sigh. Fantasy never brings anything or anyone back.

When I was 18, I’d give anything to go back, and try not to make all the mistakes I made

I would give anything but my own life to go back to a moment in my life, where I would murder myself for what I did.
But as gailcalled stated, fantasy never brings anything but the reality that nothing or no one ever comes back. Live now because tomorrow is a dream and yesterday is a memory, and as is true, dreams always become memories.

Before I found fluther. I seemed to have a lot more free time back then :)

I love a lot of times in my life, but I focus on living in the present and making it the most positive experience I can.

I would like to relive certain times over as they were but not change them

I’m sorry, but so many questions here are hypothetical… I don’t really see the problem with this question.

I’m with you poof.

I would go back to when I suddenly had 3 teenaged boys to help raise,
and ask their parents to work harder instead of putting everything on me, the patsy. Because the boys needed their parents to step up to the plate – they were their parents.
I tried to help, but they needed to be loved and attended to by their real parents.

Can I have two?
I would go back to when I first began to fight with my husband,
ask him if we could rethink fighting as a love demonstration, try a little more tenderness.

My wife and I were just discussing this very thing a couple of days ago. Like most people, the happiest time of my life was when my children were born. But the thing I’d give anything to live over again would be the two weeks I had off from work when we first adopted my youngest daughter. I was at work when I got the call that our soon-to-be daughter had been born early that morning. The next day my wife, two daughters (biological, from a previous marriage), and myself headed down three hours to the hospital in Madera, California to meet our precious baby girl for the first time. We brought her home the next day and I can tell you that eight and a half years later that magic feeling has never left. But that two weeks when my wife and I had that wonderful opportunity of bonding with Halle is the happiest I’ve ever been. I think heaven would be a place where I could relive that time for eternity.

I think, on the whole, I would not want to relive anything. I have made grave errors in my life, that I’d undo if it wouldn’t change anything in the present…but I wouldn’t want to take that chance, you know? I had some really terrible times, that I wish hadn’t happened, but they’ve been largely responsible for making me the person I am today. I guess, if I could just visit, and not change the outcome, I’d go back to the summer I was 14 years old. I was free of fear for the first time in my entire life, and finally opened myself to the wonder of a life lived in peace.

Any of the times I’d love to relive—what made them magical was the combination of people who were there. The incredible time I had in 1992–1993, which would be my first choice if I had to go back and relive a time—that was the result of me being right there, right then, with those people. And if I went back to relive that, I’d be a different person. And that alone would make it less wonderful—the first time around, it was all openness and possibility, while the second time around, I’d know how it was all going to end.

And I think that would shift it from a wonderful time to a horror scenario: he’s going to decide that we’re all bad for his immortal soul, and stop speaking to us. She’s going to attempt suicide in a few years after she has a miscarriage; she won’t succeed, but she’ll avoid us from then on. Their relationship is going to fall apart, and she’s going to marry the first man she finds who’ll have her, and become a miserable old shrew before she’s 25. He’s going to give up his dreams and become a high school history teacher because it’s safe. She’s going to get into her first-choice graduate school, and flare out, eventually earning a Masters’ degree as consolation.

Old men should be mad, indeed.

There are probably a number of times in my life I’ve made mistakes that I regret and would like to go back and change. But those mistakes are part of my human nature, I’ve made many mistakes and I’ll continue to make them, so I see no reason to go back and change them personally.

I do wish however, that I could go back to a time when I was knew very little, the time when I knew nothing about problems, stress, responsibility and such. The time when everything moved slower. Life is picking up pace and I hate it. I hate driving, I hate the idea of going into a workplace independently, I’ve become fond of education, I’m thinking about university, I’ve got to revise for exams. Life is too fast for me now, I just want to go back, go back to a time when money was no object in my life, when I could just appreciate life as it is. It may seem naive to want to go back to a time of being simple, but boy were those my happiest years so far.

No, everything happened exactly as it should.

I wouldn’t go back to a part of my own lifetime, but rather another lifetime. For the past couple days I have been in tears because my life is basically in ruin. If I could give up anything or anyone I would go back into the time of King Arthur. I believe his time to be a true thing, and I would literally give any and everything to go live then. If I were to go back to when I was younger thaqt wouldn’t change anything you would eventually turn out the same in the end as you would have without going back… it would make no difference. But to go back into a different time and live happily, I would gladly give up all the riches in the world. If only there was some way to do it…