“Regrets? Oh, I should have them. I should have a handwritten, tattered-around-the-edges journal full of them. Most eighteen-year-old girls did. But I wasn’t like other girls. I wasn’t allowed to make mistakes or have regrets. Somehow, I was supposed to learn life’s lessons by being perfect.”

“Regrets? Oh, I should have them. I should have a handwritten, tattered-around-the-edges journal full of them. Most eighteen-year-old girls did. But I wasn’t like other girls. I wasn’t allowed to make mistakes or have regrets. Somehow, I was supposed to learn life’s lessons by being perfect.”

— Pam Godwin