The first requires a different understanding of many things—a place to stand, a way to see, and the abililty to comprehend events that happened in a billionth of a billionth of a second, but my first answer would be that I would like to have been there at the crack of creation. There was nothing… then… there was. What must that have been like?

I realize that is perhaps not what you had in mind, but there is another very special moment that I would have liked to have been present for. This would require the voice of a narrator because I’m sure the event itself would not have been noteworthy to an observer. I can’t imagine how it happened—maybe it was a growing feeling that had been stirring for thousands of years, maybe it came in a rush, but there still must have been a moment—maybe she looked up from a campfire and gazed into the stars, maybe he stopped while chipping flakes of a stone and looked at his hand… or maybe a child stopped in the seafoam and drew in the wet sand. Regardless, there must have been a moment, an instant, when the first human (or perhaps it was something not-yet-human) looked at the world with self-awareness thought something like “I am”—and everything else followed from that moment. There must have been that point in time when we became self-aware and conscious, and there is no more important event in the story of what we are.

There is one more ... kind of like the first ... I would very much like to be at the end, when the last star blinks out and everything is finished. I know events like that far exceed our comprehension, but we can still dare to dream, right? What else are we, if not a race of dreamers?