Look in the mirror and don't like what you see: you can find out firsthand what it's like to be me

Remember back in the days when you got to choose who you wanted to be, back when you were little?
Got to pick your personality by your favorite color, favorite outfit, favorite toy, and best friend?
The swing you liked most on your favorite playground was a personality trait in those Pre-Kindergarten days, and how well you treated the class pet attributed to your overall class image?
How choosing what you wanted to be when you grew up was a silly question, because it changed so often and was so far away; that was part of who you were too. And like when you picked the red crayon that changed your life for some time, you could chose who you would be.

Well, my point?

I think back then I messed up.