If I could go back to a time in my life it would be when my father was still alive. Growing up I was not close to my father, so therefore I missed out on having that father daughter relationship. When I was sixteen I had a very big argument with my father, and I didn't speak to him for years thereafter. We lived in the same house and we just avoided each other. My father died when I was twenty-two. Although we had forgiven one another a year or so before he died. I often regret those years of silence between us.
If I had the opportunity to go back I would not have allowed those years of silence into our lives. I would go back to that day my father and I argued, I would make sure that I allowed forgiveness to rule over me and not pride. I would not have spent those years of my life void of a relationship with my father.