A blast from the past: I didn't always hate camo

As everyone knows, I hate camo (the camouflage pattern) unless you are hunting or in the armed forces. But, confession time: I didn't always.
In the sixth grade I had this long sleeve camo shirt with a big red sparkly  star right in the middle of it. I thought it was cute because I was 12 and it was tight. So this one time my brother, Tyler, and I walked to the Circle K gas station on the corner. I was wearing my 'cute' camo shirt. Then, as we were buying whatever we were buying, the lady at the counter says, "now you boys have a great day!"
From that day forth I have hated camo.

Things I forgot

I've been home in the AZ for a couple of days now and it makes me remember how many things I've forgotten. Maybe 'forgot' isn't the right word... I remember things that I don't think about when I'm away. I think about high school a lot more, and the things that happened back then.
I play the 'what-if' game in my head. It makes me laugh. Laugh and wonder. In every ridiculous 'what-if' situation there's a little truth, a little possibility of what could have been. I wonder if things would be any different now if I could go back and change little things. If I had done all the things I said I wanted to do before I left... If I had left nothing unsaid...
The long and short of it (where did that saying even come from?) is that it really doesn't matter. I mean I guess I could go back and say, "oh hey, in high school I really wanted to tell you ____, but I didn't, so I'm telling you 2 years later when it doesn't really matter. I'm glad this isn't awkward. Kbye!" But somehow I don't think that would be effective in any way.