Leave it and remember what you learned and what it meant to you to do it.
Several years ago I made my first and gave it to my mother for her birthday.
She loved it and never could see anything wrong with it (Isn't that typical for a mother anyway?)
She died Dec 28,2008 and I retrieved her quilt which now resides on my bed.
When I look at it now, I never see all the mismatched seams, or patched parts where I ran out of fabric; I see my mother. I would never change it.