Mine would totally be the opposite of where my life is now. I’d be thrilled to be play games, whereas I barely play one. I’d be watching lots of shows and movies, whereas now I don’t at all. Any idea I have about going to the gym or doing something active, I’d do it, whereas now I am idealistic about it.
Mine’s simple and realistic, yet increasingly difficult with the state of my life right now: a life where my kid would try to remember important moments of their life and not find a single one of them where I was not there. I myself won’t be even remotely perfect. My kid will be able to tell when and where I failed as a parent or as a person. “Yet that old son of a bitch was always there for me.” I can live with that.