Regrets—Maybe Yes, Maybe No!

by Courtney Pierce



Being a child of the sixties, it’s a no-brainer to recall a litany of bonehead antics from my past that I might want to change. A few of those teenage misbehaves, like sneaking over
to the boys’ camp from the girls’ camp to skinny dip, would be tough to let go. I was ten years old in 1969—too young to go to concerts
and too old for my Easy-Bake Oven. I made hippie clothes