Get malaria.
I read a lot of old school books when I was a kid. The Secret Garden, The Velveteen Rabbit, stuff like that. People in these books were always dropping dead of tropical diseases and it all seemed terribly romantic. Well, the malaria hurt like fuck and was scary, but it was pretty romantic in the “I’m hard core” way.
Bought game consoles! When I was a kid my mom had no problems with computers but felt a Nintendo wasn’t educational. So now I have whatever consoles I want.
**Play in a rock ‘n’ roll band. **
**Visit another country. **
Soldier
Jump out of a perfectly good airplane.
Own my own land and farm it. It’s a sideline, and this year I’m in the hole around $600, but that doesn’t include the new freezer that one hog paid for, and the veggies, and 400+ lb of chicken, beef, pork, ham, bacon, and sausage that is or will soon be in it.
Make my own mistakes.
Stay up all night so that I could read a book in one sitting. Eat ice-cream for breakfast. And eat chocolate whenever I want.