Published February 19, 2011 by Charlotte

Most people won’t own up to the fact they have regrets. One of those being myself. Well, for the most part, that statement is true. However, as hokey as I’m going to sound, I wish I’d went to Prom. Or some kind of event in High School. Even people who can’t stand who they went to Prom or Military Ball with still have mostly great memories. I have zilch. When I’m 90 and alzheimer’ish my memories will be all that I have. Well, that and a dirty diaper.


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