I actually don't have a lot of regrets being raised a witness. However, like you chuckie, my parents were older - 40 yo when they adopted me. I felt like I was being raised by my grandparents as they had grandchildren as little as 1 year younger than me. A tough possition to be in as I got different set of rules than the grands had. They were an old 40.
My mom would bake me a cake on my "special day" - my birthday. But it wasn't a "birthday" cake. My (gr)grandmother would dig out her christmas ornaments and we'd decorate all her plants for fake christmas, and wrap up empty boxes and put them under the plants. I was allowed to sing christmas carols as part of the curriculum in school, just not up on stage for the christmas pagent. All-in-all my parents were reasonable.
My biggest regrets:
1973 allowing my parents to bribe me with a car to drop highschool and go into the ministry "cuz 1975 was just around the corner".
Not backing out of my wedding (June 1975) when I saw things in my fiance that I didn't like. But he was that good JW man on MS track... I didn't bother bringing it up because a) the invitations were already in the mail, and b) I knew what gossip would be like in the congregations in our circuit.
All other regrets are small potatoes in my life compared to these two, as they were privitol in my adulthood.