Going back to being 8 years old. Hm. Yeah, in a second. No questions. I'd have to take back a diary of notes as a reminder for all the stuff I need to do, but yeah, why not. I don't doubt that a little push here and a tug there would have changed my personal life, and indeed, my friend's personal lives, for the better.
Plus I could win the lottery then buy a bunch of stock in whatever's going to sell well. You know, for kicks and giggles.
Plus I could win the lottery then buy a bunch of stock in whatever's going to sell well. You know, for kicks and giggles.
This, a thousand times this. Oh so many times, this. Though it'd be more when I was 15 rather than when I was 8, obviously.Well for starters I would F*** the living crap out of all those girls that were warm for my form but I was too dense to notice it at the time. Cripes, when you're twenty, young and stupid...