Where in the Time am I?

Time travel, what a beautiful concept. The ability to freely transcend that which was, and that which will be. I tend to be wary of something that seems too good to be true, and Time Travel is most certainly that.
One moment in my life that I would really love to go back and check out again would be my sixth birthday. It was my last to be celebrated in California, a time when my parents were still a loving couple, and my sister was still a doting older sibling. I cannot for the life of me remember what we did that day, I'm sure my mom could recite a well detailed picture of it quite easily, she has a mind for those things. But it's not what we did that would entice me to that time, just the feeling. A feeling of complete and utter bliss, to be young and have your family and friends all paying extra special attention to you for one day. It leaves a truly permanent scar of love on your soul, or mind, or what have you.
Also, this was about a month before I was viciously attacked by a small dog in front of a friends house. The animal snatched its jaws toward my face before my young and gooey mind had a chance to react. I suffered two parallel gashes to the right side of my face, next to my nose.
So there is that.
But with Time Travel comes the opportunity for exploitation, something I have considered often. Who wouldn't be sure to go back and buy all the right stocks at all the right times? It's just common sense, why shouldn't you be allowed to afford yourself some financial comfortability, and whose to say I won't give some to charity? All things considered I thing this one is kind of a given.
I saved this last one for... last because I think it will be something to ponder for any readers that might happen upon this blog--the possibility of which must be staggering. The one moment in time I'd really like to see from an outside view would be my first time.
What did I look like? What did she look like? What were her reactions? What were my reactions to her reactions? The list goes on. I would have to go back to this moment in time so often it would become hazy with static, like a VHS which has been re-wound too many times; it would be my pick-me-up after a hard day.
So as I say, time travel has it's ups and it's downs but for the most part it's much like the advent of "Instant Re-Play", it almost always makes things better.