So, what would I do if I could turn back time?
Firstly, I’d go back to some happy memories. I’d revisit the three days that I spent in London with my best friend back in February. I’d whizz back to that time in a coffee shop when my flute teacher rang and said the words ‘Alex, you got a merit in your grade seven flute’. I’d zip back to my Guiding memories of Denmark and Charnwood. I’d flash back to my Primary School days. And I’d go back to a time when I was less stressed, less worried, and my best friend and I went for coffee and smiled. To a time before we really knew each other.
But would I really change the bad times? Those times that my friend has provided a shoulder to cry on? The times I’ve gotten emotional as she’s told me about her past? The time she got hypothermia on Duke of Edinburgh? No, I wouldn’t.
What about the other bad times? The times she wasn’t there for? When I got a D in a Chemistry exam? The day my dad told me that my grandad had died? I don’t think I’d change those either.
My past has shaped me into who I am today. The ups, the downs, the highs, the lows.
They’ve made me a better person.
Living. Laughing. Loving.