If I had my life to live over, I'd dare to make mistakes next time. I'd
relax, I'd limber up. I would be sillier than I been this trip. I would
take fewer things seriously, take more chances, take more trips. I'd 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 lived seriously,
sanely, hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I've had my moments, and if I
had it to do again, I'd have more of them. 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 this trip. If I had my life to live over, I would start going barefoot
earlier in the spring, and stay that way later in the fall. I would got to
more dances, I would ride more merry-go-rounds. I would pick more daisies.
