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OK, let's say that somehow, you were offered the opportunity to start your life over again. You'd have memories of your current life, but only to the extent in which you could understand them, depending on how young you chose to start over, and your stage of brain/bodily development: if you chose to start at 2 or 5, clearly, you might not yet be able to grasp the meaning of all your memories. Myself, I would very much like to start over again. Adulthood is over-rated. I have worked far too many hours, for little money, and at jobs that hold little meaning, and am often stiff, sore, hopeless, broke and depressed, with the feeling it's too late to turn things around. For a person into literature and poetry, the post college world has been very difficult. All the world seems to value are things like computers and tech stuff and business and things that hold no interest for me. True, I have had a partner of many years, for which I am thankful...and yet, I miss how I felt when I was younger, and all in all, I'd say I had more time and more freedom to explore the things that mattered most to me, than I do now. So, would you start over? And at what age? Me, I'd say 7...those were some very good times, and in hindsight, I'd be able to avoid certain mistakes (hopefully), and relive things during some times when my body felt better that it ever will again, the world felt fresh, and also, I'd start dating sooner, my main regret of my early teen years...was too homophobic to try, back then. Edit: Forgot a no option! Or a checkbox. Sorry. (I suppose if you're younger IRL, you could also opt to jump ahead, and be older...why, I would have to wonder)

I debated on posting here, but I feel like some people here also cared about Hank's well being and deserve to know what happened. I had to put Hank down yesterday. I feel I failed as a dog owner, he bit my mother's dog in the eye and she has to have it removed today. This is the third dog he's bitten, and I felt I could not control his aggressive tendencies. He and Patches ate on the same plate sometimes, Patches is a chihuahua with an underbite and would even bully Hank off food. I knew Hank had issues with food, but it seemed like Patches was the exception for 3 years. But yesterday was such a mistake. We could have been doing so many things differently, like feeding them separate, but it was my mistake and Hank paid for it with his life. Hank was one of the best dogs I've ever known. He was loyal and intelligent, and most the time a huge dork. He didn't deserve to die, and Patches didn't deserve to lose an eye. Please learn from my mistake and his previous owner's mistake, don't try to keep dogs that are above your level of experience. Socialize your puppies, and don't just put them in a crate all day. Rest in Peace Hank

Elderly man found murdered in house Kanpur: The body of a 72-year-old man was found in a pool of blood on the roof of his house in Gwaltoli on Thursday. The police said Lalta Prasad Katheria, who had retired as a clerk from Ursula Horseman Hospital, used to live alone, while his sons stay separately. He was battered to death. The officers said they were questioning his family members and neighbours. Katheria's wife died a few years ago and his three sons, who are married, live separately. One son Umesh resides with his family in Barra. Other sons Amit and Arvind live with their families in Meerut. Umesh said that Amit had called his father a couple of days ago to inquire about his health. the officer. SHO Gwaltoli Arvind Kumar Singh said they were probing the case from all angles. "In the past, we have come across instances, where the murderer took away articles to make it appear to be a robbery case. We will probe the case from every angle," he said. An FIR has been lodged on a complaint lodged by Umesh, who suspected that his father has been murdered. A dog squad and a team of forensic experts were pressed into service. http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/city/kanpur/Elderly-man-found-murdered-in-house/articleshow/52683044.cms

Late last week, advanced lung cancer took my aunt from my family and I. Over the last few months she'd fought bravely through chemotherapy and radiation, but in the end her body became too weak to sustain a new round of treatment and the disease continued marching on. When I learned a few weeks ago that scans had found cancer in her bones I knew it was a losing battle, but I had still held out some vain hope that perhaps she could buy a little more time and see this year to a close, to be able to enjoy one last holiday season with my uncle, her children and the grandchildren. Last Tuesday she was hospitalized for a series of TIA. She came home Thursday, and passed away Friday night. At least she was in her own home and surrounded by family instead of someplace else. We've lost a loving, creative and generous light in our lives. I'm never going to receive one of her unique, home-made crafts as a surprise gift or hear her laughter ever again. I am so upset and angry and bitterly tired of cancer and the role it is played in taking people I care about from this world. I have a medical history that involves cancer. While I was being treated, my father's coworker and friend was taken by a particularly nasty cancer in his abdomen. I was very young, but even then I wasn't sure why it seemed I was going to make it into remission but Mr. S. passed away. Years later, cancer would claim three coworkers I spent a lot of time with. In 2012 I watched breast cancer claim the life of another friend. At the beginning of this year, cancer along with other complications took the life of my cat, a little animal that held a huge part of my heart and had been my companion for almost fifteen years. I was, and still am, devastated by that. A month ago in October cancer claimed somebody I was acquainted with from online. And now this, with my aunt. There's others I haven't mentioned, but the theme is there. The service will be held on Friday or Saturday of this week. It's about an 11.5 hour drive from her to their town, which isn't bad. I have obligations to the animal rescue I volunteer with, as well as special-needs animals at home, and I may not be able to arrange coverage for all of these things, so I may not be able to go pay my final respects. That's almost as upsetting as knowing I didn't get to see her one last time this summer or fall. We can't find a cure of this scourge fast enough. It is insidious, it robs families of loved ones and all it leaves behind is suffering and grief. I miss you already, aunt L.