Not a Meme

So, not a meme. I was doing something before and realized that I couldn't do it the way I had done it all my life, and the rest of it just sort of came up.

Fifty Years Ago, I Could

... run as fast as I could forever, and never get out of breath.
... spin round and round and round and fall down and laugh.
... sit on my daddy's lap.
... climb trees.
... fall asleep when I was tired and sleep through the night.

Forty Years Ago, I Could

... sleep over at a friend's house and stay up all night talking.
... have a crush on a cute boy.
... sing harmony with my sister as we washed and dried the dishes.
... conjugate verbs in French, Latin, and Spanish
... wear a tube top.

Thirty Years Ago, I Could

... wear a size 8.
... cook dinner every night.
... spend Saturdays with my grandma in the Bronx.
... read books and highway signs without glasses.
... lie on the new-mown grass and revel in the smell of it.

Twenty Years Ago, I Could

... hear with both ears.
... tickle my little girls until they giggled without end.
... teach 250 Girl Scouts to tie-dye in the same day.
... go from standing up to sitting cross-legged on the floor and back up without a thought.
... drink caffeinated coffee, often and early.

Ten Years Ago, I Could

... reach around my back with both arms to fasten my bra.
... stop eating Hostess cupcakes for a week and lose five pounds.
... talk to my mother on the phone every day.
... take three-mile walks with my sister every summer evening.
... have lunch at work every day with my two best friends.

Ten Years From Now, I Can

... cuddle some grandchildren.
... say that I'm comfortable with my weight.
... be retired.
... have a dog, maybe.
... keep my house clean. Maybe.

Twenty Years From Now, I Can

... keep having pedicures with my sister every few weeks.
... finally stop shaving my legs.
... get my kids to take me to Disney World with them.
... finally have a head of gray hair.
... fall asleep when I'm tired, and sleep through the night, I hope.




FAMILY GUY :: ENTRY #1987
READING: Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston