by Don Herold
I'd dare to make more mistakes next time. I'd relax, I would limber up. I
would be sillier than I have been this trip. I would take fewer things
seriously. I would take more chances. I would climb more mountains and
swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would perhaps
have more actual troubles, but I'd have fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I'm one of those people who live senibly 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 another, insteady of living so many years ahead of each day. I've
been one of those persons who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a
hot water bottle, a raincoat and a parachute. If I had to do it again, I
would travel lighter than I have.
If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and
stay that way later in the fall. I would go to more dances. I would ride more
merry-go-rounds. I would pick more daisies.
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