I don't think I've ever done a Sepia Saturday using my own pictures, but here goes. I see myself as a somber four-year old and wonder, "What is that little girl thinking?" My eyes seem to hold too much knowledge and wisdom for someone who'd been such a short time on earth, this time around at least. I see myself as a seemingly confident about-to-be high school senior, a cheerleader, a school leader, involved in a multitude of activities, practicing at love and chomping at the bit to go to college and have more freedom (albeit with my parents footing the bill). Now I look at her, her youthful exuberance so plainly showing, and I wonder, "If she knew then what I know now, would she have made choices differently?" Would she still believe in happy endings, that one man could be the love of a lifetime? Would she have been more cautious in giving her heart, less willing to elevate other people's needs above her own? There are no do-overs,