A lot of the time, as sad as it is to say, if ever the opportunity came to redo my life I would do it in a heart beat. No question. I think to myself I shouldn't want to redo my life at the age of 18. I shouldn't be so unhappy. I shouldn't feel this way so young. I came to a sudden realization tonight. It is the last night of spring break. The Fam. Garrett, Ashley, Johnny, Jessica, Kyle, Ellen, Austin, Molly, Ryan, and myself sitting around a fire on Ellen's back porch. We are just sitting all kind of having our separate conversations when Garrett asks "what college football team would we play on if we were a star player, any team we wanted?", he then proceeds to make us answer in a circle and gets mad when we go out of turn. Everyone answers. Now Garrett refers to himself as the questions master. A few other questions are asked that are hard for us to answer, we skip those. We answer some about Pokemon and The Hunger Games. I am sitting there with my best friends and all of a sudden it hits me. All of a sudden I realize that I wouldn't redo my life and the thought makes me a little uneasy at this moment. To redo my life would be crazy, preposterous. To redo my life can't be an option. I am sitting there looking around at my best friends and I know that I would never do anything that would cause those people not to be by my side. The Fam. When I think of where I will be in five years, seven years, whenever I am thirty, it doesn't matter because somehow I know that my best friends will be there. I know it. The Fam. My ten best friends. I wanted to blog about this as soon as I got home, while I still have this feeling, because I know that whenever I am going to consider whether or not I want to redo my life I can read this. I can know that that isn't what I really want.