ahh...
i was flicking through some old photos today...
old memories
of good times
good times as you remember it now.

i guess its all a matter of perspective.
back then, exams would have been horrendous... i would have been wishing i was smaller, or (stupidly enough) that I was in uni already.
that particular exam would have been sooo important and sooo huge.
until it's past.
it's always like that.
end of uni seems like such a huge milestone.
until it's past.

but, undoubtedly, high school brings back lots of memories.
most good, some bad, all treasurable.
if i had to relive a year, it would definately be year 7.
but
if i had to go through all that again... i'd rather not.

memories are of the past
they are part of what makes me, me.
no matter what happens in the future, i can't change the past.
kind of a scary thought.
but i guess... that's like now.
if i don't live how i want to remember having have lived, i'd probably regret it in the future.
like how i regreted my three.