Don't know about anyone else here, but I wouldn't go back to being 13 again (not knowing what I know now) for much of anything. Those were trying years, for my parents and teachers, but also for me. I don't think I'm alone in that. Always on edge, shy around girls, having no idea what I (or life) was about. That was my last year in boy scouts, and my first in theater, which became the joy of my life. The complicating factor was when the "nads" kicked in; like being all dressed up with no where to go, metaphorically speaking. It was about the time Disneyland opened with its $4.95 admission and ticket book. Today, life is an E ticket for the most part. How about anyone else?
The more I do, the less I accomplish.