Anyone who says they don’t have regrets is a stone cold liar. Everyone has them. I look back at one of the most frustrating times of my life and where the most concentrated amounts of my regrets lie; middle school. I regret not studying more, choosing the wrong friends, liking the wrong guys and so on. Twelve-year-old Cidney will never read these letters but to know that I have grown away from past choices will always be enough for me.