
What would I do if I could go back in time? To be fair, I have to take the “invest in Google” or “bet on the BoSox” etcetera ideals out of the picture, and focus on the decisions that I made. To be honestly I’d probably still make a lot of the same mistakes over again, after all, it’s those goof ups that made me what am today. Good or bad, I believe this is the person I want to be. But what WOULD I do if I could turn back time?
I WOULD:
Take a ton of pictures! I’d take photos of places and things that have changed over the years: the nursery fields that I played hide ‘n seek in, the old barn we climbed through a dozen times, my old games I played, downtown Fonthill, Diana Sweets, Warren Knit, the buildings they’ve torn down and all the landmarks that are now gone . Every once in awhile I find myself digging through the St. Catharines library archives searching for old photos.
Spend more time playing cards with my grandpa. I never thought I’d miss him as much as I still do.
Say thank you to the teachers that made such a difference in my life. I now know how much that means to a teacher.

Never have given away my hockey cards. Yes, I had hockey cards.
Hang on to my games Green Ghost and Mystery Date – they just don’t make games like that any more.
Have watched the entire Rocky Horror Picture Show at the drive-in; instead of spending so much time with my friends doing what teenagers do at a drive-in.
Go to school longer. I was so anxious to make my “mark on the world” I just wanted to start working. What was I thinking? I should have stayed in school, all the way to a PHD. It’s a lot harder to do when you haven’t been in school for … a long time.
NOT have drunk so many gin and tonics at my brother’s wedding.
NEVER have played baseball on the same team as my sister. Big mistake.
Have kept a journal during the Blizzard of ’77.
Slid into second in the Nationals semi-finals face first, saved me a lot of rehab.
Paid more attention in Mrs. Love’s Home Ec class (maybe I’d be able to make a supper now without the smoke detector going off.)
No matter how much convincing it would have taken, I’d insist my Grade 9 boyfriend didn’t get in the truck after the dance that autumn evening. Maybe he would still been alive today.
Have kept all my concert ticket stubs.
Take a year off to travel through Europe, when I was young and had no kids. Now it’s just a dream.

I totally would have kept my old “Apollo” stereo, it was so cool, at least I thought it was. I still don’t know whatever happened to it.
Been friendlier to all the geeks in high school, for they now rule the world.
Saved all the crazy stories I used to write, back when I loved to write all the time.
Most importantly, I would NEVER have bought my son an Xbox.
That’s a start – one more thing I would do if I could turn back time, and I still kick myself for not doing – that’s recording all the family stories my grandparents told and written them in a book. To quote Roots author Alex Haley, “when an old person dies, it’s like a library burned down.”