I personally would choose 10 years old. No responsibility…no drugs, tobacco, booze…knowing nothing of racism…just pure unbridled energy, fearless creativity and a love for life.
20, I had my own business, I had a nice car, I was in good shape, I lived on my own, pre major head injury pre sz, I went to raves and concerts and snowboarded and did whatever came to my mind.
If I could rewind the clock, I would rather be 35 for Life. The Angst of growing up was over, I understood things better, and had gone through a lot of rough Patches. At 35, I was high functioning and reasonably happy