Most people when they think of traveling back in time, they think of having the ability to change something, an event which has changed the world or our very lives. Inevitably there is a reason why time machines don’t exist, we would never learn anything about ourselves as the human race if we did.
This challenge of thinking what it would be like to be a fly on the wall during any point in time in history has made me re-evaluate what I would do with my time if I had it. If for a day, we could observe something that has changed the world and if indeed we had to be a fly, indubitably we wouldn’t be able to change the course of history. Being a mere fly we would not have the upper body strength to save someone from a falling meteorite, a mine shaft or even operate basic machinery. Having my mind in a fly’s body would be rough, you wouldn’t want to go some place where you couldn’t have a say in the outcome and keep people from being hurt or devastated.
If I were able to transform into a fly and somehow accidentally get trapped inside a Delorean with Michael J. Fox or some sort of space-time continuum paradox, I would want to be transported to a time of something positive. As a fly, I would spring forth to the date February 4th, 1964 in New York City.
If I had my choice of time machines I would definitely fly Tardis style. Seeing as I’m just a fly, obviously there would be some form of help involved because the “Doctor” would be involved in the basic operation of this fine piece of equipment. The doors open into the subway where I immediately fly into one of the subway cabins which is now full of pre-teen and teenage girls waiting to go to the Ed Sullivan show. As the doors would open, I would follow the large group of young women into the auditorium and fly down the stairs, right onto the stage and perch on the amp of the featured musical act of the night. There I would wait perched on the amplifier while I watched Frank Gorshin, along with other acts including a young Davy Jones in the cast of Oliver.
You see, this night would have a plus for me in two ways. I would be able to go back in time to meet Mr. Davy Jones as I am now, but in a fly’s body to witness him as a young man, just as when I was a young girl I was able to witness him as an older man in concert. The other plus…I would also get to witness, along side with Mr. Jones, the beauty of something positive; mass hysteria over good music. In case you haven’t guessed it, I would be a fly that would land on George Harrison’s guitar to hear the music first hand when the Beatles changed the landscape of not just American music, but the entire music world. I would be able to witness first hand how everyone for once decided against violent crimes and against breaking laws in lieu of being able to witness something so ground breaking and different from the time the music was created.
This is where I would want to be, some place where positivity was so rampant, not even a hubcap was stolen at that time in New York City.
Where would you be if you could be a fly on the wall in history?