The first words I ever spoke must have been, "when I graduate from high school, I'm leaving home, going far away, and never coming back" and, except for occasional visits, that's what I did. I would not change a thing about the decision I made.
My do-over would be: I would NOT have had surgery on my left hand forefinger to remove a ganglia cyst. Not only will it never get back to its pre-surgery dexterity, it's developed arthritis and often hurts like the dickens when I'm piecing quilts. Now that I know more about ganglia cysts, I am confident that the cyst would have just gone away on its own.