I feel like I was born in the wrong century some times. I like to hunt,fish,farm and be self sustaining. I would love to live in a cabin on a creek in the wilderness one day but my wife prefers hot water that doesn't have to be boiled and hauled to the tub with buckets.
Not sure how much fun it was to be a black person in 1965. I'll gamble on the future.
I'd rather go 50 years in the future. 50 years ago, the US involvement in Vietnam was ratcheting up, segregation, bigotry and racism were still rampant in both personal and political life and the Cleveland Browns were relevant.
Granted, things could be worse in the future, but I'd rather face the unknown.
Can we choose who we're with? If so, hands down the past. And I'd talk to my Nanny (mom's paternal grandmother) and my other great-grandmother (her maternal grandmother). Oh! OH! I'd also get to talk to my dad's mother who died two years before I was born. Yeah. No doubt. The past.