If you could relive one year of your life, which one would it be?
It’s unlikely that I could string 365 days – 366 if we count it a leap year – all of which are worthy of a retry.
There are plenty of good days, just that any day to day doesn’t add up to a year-in-the-life. Or perhaps it’s that every year was a good year so it’s hard to make the choice.
It’s intriguing to think about such a proposition. Isn’t it?
All The Best 