Would You Go Back?

sure why not

unfortunately i think i'd do everything pretty much the same, even the stupid stuff, i would however make more of an effort to sleep with a couple of girls i knew

I would not want to re-experience life with my mother and the things she would tell me . . . that I was homely; that my honor roll report card (4 Bs and 1 A) was terrible . . .nor would I want to relive the effort my parents put into separating me from my first serious boyfriend (a National Merit Scholar and record setting athlete who played both blues and flamenco guitar who has been a physician for 40 years).

There were, however, things I did not do as a high school senior (apply to Radcliffe) and as a young, working woman (go off to NYC) that, looking back, I deeply regret.

Why? What purpose would it serve? besides it would be a most dreadful existing as is seen with the snot nosed brats that parade about with their (supposedly) above average intellect and grasp of what the world and life are supposedly about, they tend to be all alone and are stared at as weirdies. Add in there 3 cups sifted reality, things are always changng whch means the current knowledge and wisdom wouldn't mean squat in that setting.

I am deeply ashamed to admit this, but my answer would be the same as djjd.

so no?

Nope. Anyway, it was an interesting childhood which armed me with the tools I've used up until now and they seem to suit me fine.

Uncle Rico would die to go back to '82. Had coach put him in in the fourth quarter, Uncle Rico would definitely have taken state. He'd have gone pro after that, gotten a big mansion, with a hot tub, and his life-mate by his side. . . Yeah. . .

every time a topic like this comes up i think of a few lines from Reid Paley's song Lazarus in Brooklyn

If I could do it all again'
I'd do it just the same
I just wouldn't do it with you

**** yeah.

I would pay absolutley no attention to my parents, who only instilled fear, insecurity in me. That covers a lot of ground that wouldn't even directly effect me. I could have made life a lot happier and comfortable for a number of animals and people if I had only had the foresight to ignore them.

and I would have invested every dime I had in Dell stock in January of 1990. Well, I wouldn't have been a kid then, but you get the picture.

Not if it means having to sit through classroom discussons of Silas Marner
again.

But, yeah, there are things I did and said back then that still make me
shudder to remember. It would be tempting to go back and get it right.
(Of course, that's assuming that what I'd do the second time would be
any better than what I did the first time.) And what new path would
it set me down? Maybe I'd be a better man. Maybe not.

Tempting . . . but not worth a Silas Marner book report.

My parents hated Silas Marner. Whenever the subject of assigned reading surfaced, they would look at each other much as Pancho and Cisco did at the end of every episode of the Cisco Kid and say, "Silas Marner."

When I finally read the book, I loved it.

When my high school french teacher kept me after school I would have declined sex with her.... definitely not worth the shitstorm that ensued.

that Sister John Marie... a real rapscallion.

Were you her first?

That's good.
Be a shame if no one did.

I agree!

Silas Marner is a fine book.

Done had enough humiliation to last two lifetimes. No thanks.

Interesting about going back, would I or wouldn't I. I'd like to relive some moments of joy, sex of course, but also moving in space - swimming a mile after not knowing how to swim for years, jogging along the beach when the tide was out, walking in new york, driving in tuscany, ferreting treasures in old used book stores, buying veggies and fruit at farmers' markets on a beautiful day.

I'd like to have conversation between the present me and my parents in their best of times, a kind of life catch up. One physically and mentally failed when I was in my early twenties and the other went into progressing alzheimers then - so we missed out on adult to adult conversations.

I would have married the same guy, but we should have broken up at the mid point in our twenty some years together.

I would have finished my piazza book.

I'd keep a lot of the same friends. We're mostly renewable.

yes. she realized she could never again find such satisfaction in worldy things and quit teaching to go serve at a leper colony. In addition it made her herpes sores less noticeable. I felt really badly about that.