If you could be any age again for one week, what age would you be and what would you do that week?
- LL Cool Joe said...
- I'm not sure I'd want to go back, although if I did I'd see my
Dad again, as I miss him terribly. Maybe when we all used to go as a
family at Centre Parcs, so not too far back really. Maybe when I was 35.
- Lisa said...
- I'd be 17, and I'd tell that boy that, hell no! I didn't want to
go on a date with him, and I didn't want to follow him down to that
expensive private college. I'd stay home and go to the local community
college and marry someone capable of loving me. That's what I'd do.
- Jan said...
- I'd be around 2 weeks old and everyone would obey my every command because they would be loud.
- Arkansas Patti said...
- I'd opt for 11. We were living in Key West with my much loved
grandmother. I enjoyed a tropical paradise, had a pony, a steady boy
friend and enjoyed my only period of complete popularity. Sign.
- Kailani said...
- 18...and even if I fell in love with him again, I'd make sure to
stay for my Bachelor's degree, and not drop out after 2 years. :)
- Elephant's Child said...
- Now is just fine. And I wouldn't be a teenager again for anyone. Way too much anxt.
- Brig said...
- I'd be in my late twenties, and the kids, the Cowman, and I would
again be living in the back of beyond of Oregon. Riding through cattle
every day, fishing, building a teepee on the lawn, and just loving life.
- Lee said...
- 40....have a ball!
- River said...
- Seventeen, floating on the river in a giant inner tube with a bunch of friends. Best summer ever!
- Ellymae said...
- Never my Freshman year of college again.
I'm not sure I'd want to go back, although if I did I'd see my Dad again, as I miss him terribly. Maybe when we all used to go as a family at Centre Parcs, so not too far back really. Maybe when I was 35.
ReplyDeleteI'd be 17, and I'd tell that boy that, hell no! I didn't want to go on a date with him, and I didn't want to follow him down to that expensive private college. I'd stay home and go to the local community college and marry someone capable of loving me. That's what I'd do.
ReplyDeleteI'd be around 2 weeks old and everyone would obey my every command because they would be loud.
ReplyDeleteI'd opt for 11. We were living in Key West with my much loved grandmother. I enjoyed a tropical paradise, had a pony, a steady boy friend and enjoyed my only period of complete popularity. Sign.
ReplyDelete18...and even if I fell in love with him again, I'd make sure to stay for my Bachelor's degree, and not drop out after 2 years. :)
ReplyDeleteNow is just fine. And I wouldn't be a teenager again for anyone. Way too much anxt.
ReplyDeleteI'd be in my late twenties, and the kids, the Cowman, and I would again be living in the back of beyond of Oregon. Riding through cattle every day, fishing, building a teepee on the lawn, and just loving life.
ReplyDelete40....have a ball!
ReplyDeleteSeventeen, floating on the river in a giant inner tube with a bunch of friends. Best summer ever!
ReplyDeleteNever my Freshman year of college again.
ReplyDeleteHmmm - loved the time I spent with my grandparents in Macon, Georgia when I was 10 years old or so. Climbing trees, playing with the dog, good food, fun day trips. It was always a neat experience.
ReplyDelete16! The summer when I left school. Everything was perfect, my Mam was still alive, I had finished my GCEs & hadn't started work. Nothing at all to worry about. We went swimming at the beach every day, can't remember any rain, just glorious carefree summer days full of sunshine.
ReplyDeleteThat's a good question. I dunno. So far, I've liked all the ages. Each time I say, I could stay this age forever. Then a new year comes and I say, I could stay this age forever.
ReplyDeleteLove Conquers all , a beautiful story. Lovely tears.
ReplyDeleteI'd be 49- just married to my long lost love. I'd like to feel that perfect joy again.
ReplyDeleteI think 14 was the best time. I was less cynical
ReplyDeleteI'd go back to when I was 15 and fell in love with my first serious boyfriend. I remember going to the roller skating rink and holding hands to 80s slow songs. That would be fun to do again.
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