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If you could re-live one day of your life...

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Juliancantcope · 15/12/2020 17:02

If you had the power to go back and live one day (and one day only) of your life again which one would it be and why? Would you change anything you did or use the day to change a future outcome in any way?

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shinynewapple2020 · 15/12/2020 19:05

Like others have said I would go back to the day before my dad passed and make sure I said goodbye . He had advanced dementia so in a way his death wasn't a surprise but I had always expected a phone call saying the end was near and I'd sit with him .

Grimbot · 15/12/2020 19:07

The day ds1 was born. It was long and traumatic. For a long time I tried to block it out. I was out of it on a lot of drugs and I don’t remember much. After he was born I didn’t want to hold him much I was very traumatised and disconnected. If I could go back in time knowing it would all be ok in the end I’d go back and hold him, snuggle him close and not let go. When ds2 was born it was so different, a positive experience and I held him close to me all night, amazed by him, drinking him in. I feel so, so sad thinking of poor little ds1 all alone on his first night in a cold plastic cot without me. I wish I could change that.

bettbattenburg · 15/12/2020 19:08

i'd have cancelled my flight home and had one more day with my Dad.

MrsHugsxx · 15/12/2020 19:09

I had a very short but intense relationship with a foreign guy. He ended it cos he was going back home. He told me he was getting feelings and it had to end because his year in the UK was coming to an end and it was better this way. I cried for weeks but deleted his number and every pic of him and we never spoke again. Shortly after we cut contact I found I was pregnant and knew that there was no way for him to know.
While I was nearing my due date I was shopping with a friend in another city and I walked past him. I had no idea he had moved to this city,( I thought he was going back to his home country, but I found out from his friends who I bumped into years later that he had decided to stay in the UK for longer but decided to move on from my city.) I nearly died on the spot, our eyes met and I dived into nearby shop because I couldn't cope. I came out and he was gone. I could have kicked myself cos that was my final chance to tell him but I couldn't do it. So he's thousands of miles away on the other side of the world and he doesn't know he has a 12 year old son from his little fling with an English girl and he will never know. The strange thing is I have googled him over the years and found nothing. I didn't know where about in the country he was from and he has a very generic name. I actually found him under his profession, but too much time has passed. I can't drop a bombshell.

Shmithecat2 · 15/12/2020 19:10

My first wedding day - I wouldn't have turned up if I could not do it all again.

Grenlei · 15/12/2020 19:11

As others have said, a day when my parents were still alive. My graduation day maybe, that wasn't a particularly great day for me (I was labouring under a massive hangover and hadn't got to sleep til 5am) but for them it was one of the proudest days of their lives seeing their only child graduate from Cambridge. I'd relive that just to enjoy how happy they were - it was the last big 'event' we all did together, my mum died a few months later.

QuestionableMouse · 15/12/2020 19:12

The day I bought a terrible car that almost killed me. I'd keep walking.

monkeytennis97 · 15/12/2020 19:15

Wedding day and births of DC aside, a concert that I performed in aged 17 in an amphitheatre in Portugal, performing Tchaikovsky's violin concerto and Rimsky Korsakov's Scheherazade . I knew whilst sitting in the orchestra on that warm summer's evening that I would remember that night forever. It was magical.

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DrCoconut · 15/12/2020 19:17

When I was 18 and very inexperienced with men I stayed in and waited for my now ex and DS1's father. He was coming round for our second date. I could have and should have gone out with friends once he was significantly late but I didn't. I had serious self esteem issues due to bullying at school and let anyone who was interested in me behave badly. It ended up being a very controlling and abusive relationship. I think that one decision that led to me becoming more seriously involved with him maybe should be my choice to reverse it and regain my lost late teens/early 20s and complete my original degree course. But I wouldn't be without DS1.

QuestionableMouse · 15/12/2020 19:18

@monkeytennis97

Wedding day and births of DC aside, a concert that I performed in aged 17 in an amphitheatre in Portugal, performing Tchaikovsky's violin concerto and Rimsky Korsakov's Scheherazade . I knew whilst sitting in the orchestra on that warm summer's evening that I would remember that night forever. It was magical.
Scheherazade is one of my favourite classical pieces. How lucky to hear it in such fabulous surroundings!
frumpety · 15/12/2020 19:19

I would like to go on a date that I cancelled at the last minute, I sometimes wonder how my life would have been different if I had.

Iwant2move · 15/12/2020 19:21

The day my husband was killed. I would have stopped him from going out in the car or delayed him from leaving.

monkeytennis97 · 15/12/2020 19:21

@QuestionableMouse I was playing in it 😊🎶

LunaNorth · 15/12/2020 19:22

A perfect snowy Valentine’s Day in Amsterdam with DH a few years ago.
Walked to the Van Gogh Museum in the snow, took in all the beauty and emotion.
Hot chocolate and apple cake.
Walked back along the canal to our apartment on the Prinsengracht.
Roaring fire, furry rugs, reading and snoozing.
Out for dinner at a restaurant called Red, which sells either steak and chips or lobster and chips. We both had lobster and a bottle of wine.
Walked back via a coffee shop, bought a couple of spliffs and relaxed in front of the fire.
All topped off with a lovely shag.

It was just bliss. These days I don’t drink and have been diagnosed coeliac, so it would be nice to go back and indulge, apart from anything else!

Holothane · 15/12/2020 19:23

Can I have two
My wedding day to dh loved felt like a princess
The day I met Peter Capaldi before my arthritis kicked 9n.

Legalhelp · 15/12/2020 19:25

@StoneColdBitch That’s interesting, what do you think the reason is for that?

Cherrypi · 15/12/2020 19:26

A day I was backpacking in Valencia when I was 21 and came back to my room at the hostel to a gorgeous Australian man who's just arrived. We spent the day together as I showed him round. Then went out with a bunch of lovely other backpackers. He kissed me at the club. Perfect day. Can't even remember his name.

Legalhelp · 15/12/2020 19:27

I think I’d have any of the hedonistic days of youth..the clubs dancing until 6 am and coming out into the sun rising..just completely carefree days, when all that mattered was having fun.

ElloElloEllo122 · 15/12/2020 19:27

There is two days for me that if I could I would relive.

1, my wedding day. I got stuck in traffic due to some convention and was so late. They allowed the wedding still, but very rushed. Would love to do it again and enjoy the park whole ceremony properly.

2, the night my gran died. I had been with her most of that week as well as organizing my wedding (married days later) I went home late and got into bed shattered. I slept through my phone ringing 16 times as family desperately called to get me so I could be there as she was dying. When I finally woke on the 16th call it was too late and she had died. Would live that night again in a heartbeat so I didn't go to bed or stayed at her bed instead

FippertyGibbett · 15/12/2020 19:28

I’d go back to the Christmas Day before my mum died, I’d tell work to fuck off, and I’d spend that last Christmas Day with her.

Bells3032 · 15/12/2020 19:31

Either my wedding day or the day after we got engaged (we woke up in a gorgeous hotel and called everyone that morning, then went to my in laws and my dad and sister came and met his parents and we all chilled round the pool all day...was magical!)

purplecorkheart · 15/12/2020 19:36

I could answer this in a heartbeat. When I was 18 my parents were attending a wedding one Saturday. I had just got my school holidays after finishing my Mocks Leaving Cert, Irish A levels. The wedding was in a town near where my Grandmother lived. She invited me to stay with her that weekend.
We had such a lovely lovely time. She told me so much about her time growing up, her time in University (at a time when it was rare for woman to be at University she had a ball, never lived up to her antics on partying). I heard so many stories about my relatives etc that were so interesting. I would love to relive that day.

Mind you it was also the day before my first hangover. She was big into wine tasting and was trying to make me appreciate wine. She never told me that the bowl she had put next to me was for spitting the wine out in. Three glasses of wine and I was in pain the next day.

StoneColdBitch · 15/12/2020 19:37

@Legalhelp I don't know, to be honest. It is a very real phenomenon though, to the extent that I warn the relatives of dying patients about it (namely, that if their relative dies when they leave the room, it's likely deliberate and not to blame themselves for not being there).

I guess I wonder if maybe dying feels private, to the person who is dying? Like other bodily functions. Giving birth feels private. Having a poo feels private. Maybe, when you're dying, you get an instinctive urge for privacy? I don't know.

Of course, it doesn't happen with everyone, but it happens enough that I warn families about it.

TicTac80 · 15/12/2020 19:43

Difficult as there were many lovely points in my life I'd love to go back to. However, the one thing that first came to my head was the day my STBXH had his RTA. If I could go back to that day, I would have begged him not to go into work/asked him to get home earlier. It would have avoided the accident that left him with a head injury...which screwed our family, him, his career, and set him on the path of multiple addictions (the last bit is the reason he's now my STBXH! I could have handled the life changing injury...it was the addictions and destructive behaviours that I couldn't take).

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