Sometimes I think about how handy a reset button would be. I wouldn’t use it for big things like changing careers or moving cities. I’d use it for the smaller embarrassing stuff, like when I gave the wrong answer in class, or when I sent a text to the wrong person. Oh, and definitely to undo my teenage haircut choices — that emo fringe was rough.

If you had one chance to press a reset button in your life, what moment would you choose to redo?