Eighteen years ago today I was in Oxford for my college junior term abroad. Every May 1 there is a huge celebration in Oxford for May Day. The night before we said, we are definitely getting up at daybreak tomorrow to head into town for this. We have to see the bridge jumpers! Hear the singing! Have a beer at 6 a.m.!
The next morning, we didn't get up. And every May 1 since, and probably every May 1 for the rest of my life, I'm going to regret that I didn't get to see it when I had the chance.
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