If I Had a Time Machine, When Would I Live?

On one of my usual days on Facebook, I saw a quiz that asked what time period would I  fit in?  Hmmm. 

Some of my friends say they love the Medieval times.  I loved reading about keeps and knights and ladies.  I dreamt about living back during those times.  The problem is, if I lived back in those times, my family would be the serfs not the Lords and Ladies of the Castle.  I’d be out tending the fields, dropping a baby while cutting the wheat and expected to continue working.  If I were in distress, the handsome knight would ride right past me to the Lady of the Castle where he’d slowly peel away the forbidden layers of her resistance.    If I lived back in the times of castles, I’d be screwed. 

Then I went to London, my second favorite place of all the steamy novels I used to read.  I remember reading about the society balls, the beautiful women shopping for the dress for their “coming out” party.  Of course they always had plenty of money to spend on the dress, and there was always some grand dame to give them beautiful jewelry to compliment the tight bodice of the dress.  I could see myself as that flushed maiden, flushed with fever.  Fever from the plague, tuberculosis, or some other illness wiping out the poorer population because I’d be that family with the coal stove but no coal.  I’d be the one by the door to the fancy ball begging for money, the little Oliver saying, “A little more food sir, please?” 

So fast forward to the 50’s, the time of innocence, the time when love was fresh and new.  Would I be one of the pink ladies or would I be the beatnik dressed in black.  The problem with this era is that according to my mother, I’d be walking in the snow uphill both ways to school.  Going out back to kill the chicken or the rabbit for dinner?  Ewww!  I’d have to iron my slips to go with my dresses, did I mention that I’d have to wear dresses?  Even if it is an innocent time, if I can’t run in just a sports bra and shorts, I ain’t going.  No way.