One of the biggest regrets I have from my childhood was leaving the Boy Scouts when I had to make a hard choice between attending the annual week of summer camp (was made mandatory for advancement when I became a freshman in high school) and hell week for football, both of which occurred at the same time every year (late August two weeks before school started.)

I owe a lot of my character today, particularly my mental toughness, to what I experienced playing football, but I still regret making the choice to abandon Scouting and never reaching Eagle. I suspect I'd regret not playing football had I stuck with Scouting instead. Oh well, life's about choices and their consequences.