As we're moving to a new house, I'm sorting through my old stuff. Sometimes, I'm reminded of the past, and I take the time to stop and reminisce. Sometimes, I remember good things; other times, bad things. However, one question always comes up at the end of each memory: if I could repeat that day again, would I have done things differently. That's when two things hit me.
Memories are all that remain of the past. Things change and people change. Even if I were to put the same people together in the same place that my particular memory was formed in, it would no longer be the same as that time. Everyone has moved on, and that magical combination is gone forever. When people say they wish they could be a kid again, obviously, they are wishing for the impossible, even if they could morph into a kid. Too bad there's no save button, and I can't load the game to a previous state. Of course, life isn't a game. But... sometimes I wish it was. Then I'd be able to travel down the road less traveled.
As for the answer to the question, often I find that in the bad situations, where I don't like how things turned out, even if I were to redo it, I would probably go down the same path. I suppose that means that I have no regrets, even if the outcome was not what I wanted. When sacrifices are made against what I wanted, it's not easy to let go.
