I wouldn't take back the scrapped knees, the spilt milk, the late night crying, the un-tied shoes, the bad marks, the so many missed lines, the wrong dance moves, the broken hearts, the second place winner, the lost friends, the broken teeth, the wrong wardrobe choice or the bitten nails. The late nights, the bad hair cuts, wrong makeup choices, not looking when crossing the street, being picked last for baseball, missing the C-train stop I need, and the bad attitudes. It was all worth it.