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...Master the concepts of algebra.
...Commit to golf or pitching a baseball, rather than crippling
myself in football.
...Play a musical instrument. The piano would be nice, but you
can take a guitar or harmonica with you.
...Have the guts to be more honest and direct with my dad, bosses
and other "superiors." Sort of like how my daughters are.
...Look into a trade. Maybe being a carpenter or mechanic.
...Take at least two years after high school to raise hell without
paying tuition. Figure out what I want to do. Or not want to do.
...Be more kind and sensitive to others. You and I know who you
are, and I apologize.
...Make sure I go to a bullfight when I'm in Spain.
...Figure out how to juggle and yodel.
...Not plant sod.
...Stay in touch with true friends I made while growing up.
...Train a big, gentle dog well enough to be a constant companion.
...Make time to go to funerals I didn't think I had time for.
Sorry for that, too.
...Learn how to sketch and paint pictures.
...Retain the exuberance, passion and idealism that I had in junior
high and early high school. The time that I couldn't wait to be
over and for which I envy youth now, regardless of pimples.
...Not take myself so seriously.
...Love unconditionally.
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