What is something you would want to do again just one more time? (a revived question)

First thing that pops into my head is being born because it is literally impossible to do again lol. But if I said that as my answer to this, I’d need to bend the rules a bit and say that I get to be very aware of what is happening and keep the memory because newborns don’t have long term memory capabilities. Come to think of it, I’ve heard that (along with the mother giving birth) being born is a very painful experience for babies. SO I will totally forget about answering with this!

Now I will say for my actual, final answer that I want to go back and relive this last summer. Many reasons why…

I think I may have said this last time, but I still feel the same. I’d love to talk to my dad, or to go for a walk with him. To share what’s been happening in my life and get his thoughts.

That first look at the face of each of my babies.

To be in the kitchen with my grandmother, while she was cooking. I took it for granted when she was alive, but now it would be so nice to be with her and enjoying her company. She was very nurturing. She taught me how to sew and embroider and things like that.

Right now I want to redo the last test, so that I can correct some mistakes.

Right now, I would like to be held by my ex-husband for a long time.

Take more physical risks. Sled down the steep hill, go inner tubing on a river, go sailing, go hiking in the mountains. Any of those things I would love to do one more time.

It’s not a something as much as a someone I’d like to do again.

Have a newborn child who was just brought to me after her birth and getting to just stare at her face and kiss, smell her.

Have the opportunity to write down the message that was erased from my answering machine from Merck pharmaceutical about a possible pharm sales rep job.

LSD

I want to visit Amsterdam again. Five days wasn’t enough!

Exhume my body.

I would like run one last full marathon foot race.

I regularly ran full marathons for 32 years of my life. I completed only 59 full marathons but many dozens of shorter long distance foot races and was always in training for my next race. I didn’t just try to finish. I trained hard to get the fastest finish time possible. And although I won boxes of trophies and competition medals I was never satisfied with any result.

I had to stop marathon running (and I miss it bad) because of the damage that it did to my heart. I’m 64 years old now and do easy physical workouts now (mostly canoe paddling) that doesn’t tear my body down like marathon training and racing.

If I make it to 85 years old I’d like to start serious training to race one last fast Boston.

To get to see my family members and pets one more time. I’d hug them all so hard and thank them for their unconditional love and support, and all of the spectaculars they made possible. Let them know how incredibly much I miss and love them. I’d ask them to kick my brother in the arse really, really hard, and find out if he really is a changing left on their doorstep. I’d ask them to watch closely over my remaining sister to keep her safe as she slowly fades away in her mind and body. Then I would grab my Mom again and just hug her and tell her how very much I miss her and her abilities to know exactly what to say or do to make my life so much better, to laugh, and how she gave me such strength to endure the very worst on my own. And then just put my head on her shoulder for those long hugs of peace and calm, until they all had to be off to whatever amazing things they are doing now. Then I would cry for myself because I got to have that ‘one more time’ I’ve often wished for.
Aw, man, I forgot to ask where the treasure chest was buried! Tsk-khuh.

I wish I could hold my old cat and pet his velvet pelt. I miss him.