...Hmm. It'd be pretty hard to answer this one honestly, since I dont even really know what I actually regret in life.
I guess it'd be that I regret not being perceptive enough to see that my family had been tearing itself apart, and that I didnt do enough to ease the pain and difficulty my parents went through. Sure, I was only around 9-12 years old, but that would've been my only chance. Now after 2 years, it's a little depressing to look back at how I handled my problems.
Due to the stress of holding my own against a father who was passionately intense, stubborn, and irritable, and attempting to handle the emotional and physically limited baggage from my mother (she's paraplegic), I drowned myself and immersed myself with games, mainly browser flash games. I became so immersed I began to ignore my parents and their fighting because I didnt want to deal with the stress.
...Even then, I dont think I regret it anymore. I feel pretty happy with who I am, despite my obviously limiting flaws, like my dismal memory, fairly mild autism, and short attention span, among other things involving my mental health like depression and apathy.
I mean, I wouldn't have been so passionate in creating art and music if it weren't for the need of a medium and outlet for my problems. I wouldn't have a motive to constantly try to grapple with disturbing, complex, or abstract topics, and I wouldn't have expanded my knowledge in the way that I have, so...
...Yeah.