I'd pick more daisies

Whoever wrote this, it's quite fun to try to date it. There are lots of clues in the language. 

I feel that the piece is quirkily written, and that rescues it from sentimentality. 

Anyway, I love it, and have loved it from first getting it from Patrick. I can remember that moment, and remember him every time I read or hear Daisies. Hope you love it too. 

If I had my life to live over I'd try to make more mistakes next time. I would relax. I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I know of very few things I would take seriously. I would be crazier. I would be less hygienic. I would take more chances. I would take more trips. I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers and watch more sunsets. I would eat more ice cream and fewer beans. I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones. You see, I'm one of those people who lives prophylactically and sanely and sensibly, hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I have had my moments and, if I had it to do over again, I'd have more of them. In fact, I'd try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day. I've been one of those people who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a gargle, a raincoat and a parachute. If I had it to do over again, I would go places and do things and travel lighter than I have.

If I had my life to live over, I would start barefooted earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would play hooky more. I wouldn’t make such good grades except by accident.  I would ride on more merry-go-rounds. I would pick more daisies.