If I had my life to live over again, I'd try to
make more mistakes next time. I would relax.
I would limber up. I would be sillier than I
have been this trip. I know of a very few
things I would take seriously. I would take
more trips. I would climb more mountains, swim
more rivers and watch more sunsets. I would do
more walking and looking. I would eat more ice
cream and less beans. I would have more actual
troubles and less imaginary ones. You see, I
am one of those people who lives prophylactically
and sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after
day. Oh, I've had my moments; and if I had it to
do over again, I'd have more of them. In fact I'd
try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after
the other instead of living so many years ahead each
day. I have been one of those people who never go out
without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a gargle,
a raincoat, aspirin and a parachute. If I had
it to do over again, I would go places , do things,
and travel lighter than I have.
If I had my life to live over, I would start
bare footed earlier in the spring and stay
that way later in the fall. I would play
hookey more. I wouldn't make much
good grades except by accident.
I would ride more merry-go-rounds.
I'd pick more daisies.
Nadine Stair, age 85
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