Tough, tough, tough decision. Either go back to a week when my children were babies. It was so tiring, but so sweet and fun. OR College. I'd pay more attention in class and eat junk food and have fun nights out! I couldn't go back for more than a week. I'd need a month to recover.
Punch a couple of people? Hah! I'd like to see that.
Whatever age I need to be to be done with this peri-menopausal crap. I suppose pre-peri-menopausal would be better than post-M, but with my luck, it'd be the wrong week.
One week, huh? I guess would be however old I was to be able to go to Woodstock. My luck, I'd be in Vietnam that week. Can I have a year, please? No wait, somewhere in my mid 20s someone gave me a magic mushroom. I'd go back to that week. But only if I get the mushroom. I mean, I really loved that mushroom and it loved me.
I'd love a week when I was 21 - especially if it was during the time I was in Europe. I'd be afraid to go back to another time and change things, but if I wasn't I'd smack my 17 year old self around for taking everything with such Drama.
I'd be 10. Specifically the week that we were on vacation with my grandma and grandpa on the east coast. I'd love to spend time with them and hug them both again.
I would be 19 and in the middle of college again.
ReplyDeleteTough, tough, tough decision. Either go back to a week when my children were babies. It was so tiring, but so sweet and fun.
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College. I'd pay more attention in class and eat junk food and have fun nights out! I couldn't go back for more than a week. I'd need a month to recover.
17. I'd punch a few people too. And maybe sic some zombies on them. :)
ReplyDeletePunch a couple of people? Hah! I'd like to see that.
ReplyDeleteWhatever age I need to be to be done with this peri-menopausal crap. I suppose pre-peri-menopausal would be better than post-M, but with my luck, it'd be the wrong week.
One week, huh? I guess would be however old I was to be able to go to Woodstock. My luck, I'd be in Vietnam that week. Can I have a year, please? No wait, somewhere in my mid 20s someone gave me a magic mushroom. I'd go back to that week. But only if I get the mushroom. I mean, I really loved that mushroom and it loved me.
ReplyDeleteHow about one day, one hour?
ReplyDeleteJust one more dance with my Dad.
Five -- that's such a fun age.
ReplyDeleteI'd love a week when I was 21 - especially if it was during the time I was in Europe. I'd be afraid to go back to another time and change things, but if I wasn't I'd smack my 17 year old self around for taking everything with such Drama.
ReplyDeleteI'd be 10. Specifically the week that we were on vacation with my grandma and grandpa on the east coast. I'd love to spend time with them and hug them both again.
ReplyDeleteI like your question of the day game. I think I would be 16 and let that boy kiss me in the dark on the top of the hill.
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