Yeah, if I could, it wouldn’t be anyone famous.
I’d just be 12 again and having epics trying to lead some classic S/VS at Bosigran on a sunny day, with Ron Hart and my Dad taking the piss out of me from the stance. Pausing now and again to “Think Pink” or watch the Basking Sharks slink through the water below.
I don’t know if Ron is still alive or not, but he was well past retirement when I last saw him in the late ‘90s and my Dad is still here, but, well, you know, he won’t be climbing anything anymore.
Come to think of it, it’s fucking criminal how I’ve let people that meant so much to me, kinda slip away, until I felt too awkward to look them up after so long.