Here's your monkey's paw.

Time goes on, and you overcome a lot of those anxieties with age. You get married, start a great job, buy a house, have a couple kids, and generally start feeling comfortable with life.

Then in a flash you are back in your high school head, knowing that no matter what you do, you'll never get the mix of circumstances just right to do it again, which means at best your kids cease to exist and at worst, you lose everything that gave your life meaning. And you can't share that pain with anyone. And on top of that, you're now mentally a 45-year-old in a teenagers body, and rather than feeling attraction to your peers, they now look like children to you. You're full of confidence, but any attempt to use that confidence feels like taking advantage of a child (even though you are physically the same age).

I think of that, because your wish is a horror story for me. Whenever it's brought up, I think no amount of getting in on the ground floor of k-cups stock or bitcoin, no preventing catastrophes, nothing I could do would make me feel it was worth losing my kids. And worse, making them never exist.

By the way, mine is "I wish for a blowjob." I've got what I need. But I'll always take a blow job (FROM MY WIFE, TO BE CLEAR).

Restorative Peace in our time. The absence of violence and presence of justice.

Invulnerability. To age, sickness, death, anything that could physically harm me. I want to live forever.

Or barring that, telekinesis.

I wish that when I die someone cremated me and blasts my ashes off into space

I wish for ten more wishes.

Polite company: peace, rest, calm, something like that.

Honestly: people to leave me the fuck alone and stop asking me to solve their problems and take care of everything. I'm burned out on being responsible for other people.

Same, but the start of high school.

I think time travel would be the coolest. I'd like to see the distant future, see how far we've come. I'd like to go back and see historical moments and verify that they actually are what history says. I'm sure a nontrivial amount of our (distant) history as we know it is just wrong because the facts were lost to time.

I wish I had a one car garage, in which any car I can think of would appear. I can drive it as long as I want, and park it back into the magic garage. I close the door. I think of a different car, open the door, and boom, there's that car.

No storage, no insurance, every car is always fully charged or fully fueled. Bikes, trucks, anything that fits in a normal garage. (No limos, tanks, battleships)

Edit, hmm, this one is not so simple. Seems a one-liner would be better for a quick response

Infinite wishes