He lets me make my own choices, and sometimes I choose wrong.

You have to go through it alone, and sometimes you choose wrong.

It was Richard's life that would be forfeit if she chose wrong.

Without going too much into the letter, he basically said the players were chosen wrong.

Today, at the inverted fork, I would have chosen wrong without you.

"He chose wrong," the woman said softly after several long and silent moments had slipped past.

But it was a classic situation of balancing risks and choosing wrong.

I shook it, and the way she looked made me suspect I'd chosen wrong.

Is it better to be free to choose, even if one chooses wrong, or to have all the choices made for them?