I Want To Be Eighteen Again



Posted: Monday, August 17, 2009

by Michele Winslow
The Cooks Kiosk

I want to be eighteen again, when I could flex my muscles, had a six-pack, my belt fit around my waist and not under my stomach, I had a full head of hair, shaved my hair because I wanted to and not because I had a fringe.

I want to be eighteen again, when I was slim and both hands fit around my waist, when I could throw my hair around like the models on TV.

I want to be eighteen again, wear high heels and open toe sandals, had no bunions' or corns and my toes were straight.

At eighteen, my face was smooth with no wrinkles, I wore lots of make up to enhance my appearance, not to try and hid wrinkles.

At eighteen we looked good in the latest beach wear fashion and, if truth be told, we thought, we looked good in what ever we wore.

At eighteen I could party all night, go out, come home at four, sleep two hours, get up and go to work.

At eighteen, I had life planned out,,,where I would go to college, what type of job, who I would marry, where we would live and how many children we would have.

Oh yes, at eighteen my blueprint was clear, I knew exactly what I was going to do, clear as a bell. But then, somehow, life got in the way.

I did not get into the college of my choice, in fact I had to drop out because I could not get another scholarship. Of course, I planned to return once I got a job and saved up the money.

And the man I married, well, he didn't look like the latest movie or singing idol...Just an average Joe that you see walking down the street every day.

The house in the suburbs, with the perfect lawn and pool, never could quit reach the down payment.

As for my college fund, well housing and food never seemed to let me get what I needed, and quite frankly, with work and kids, I did not have time.

My perfect marriage fell by the way side, and we became statistics of Mom working two jobs and Dad trying to pay child support and take care of another family.

Yes, when I was eighteen, I had life planned out, but, it seems, that life had a few surprises in store.

Now when I hear my eighteen year old talk, I smile, duck my head and remember all of my plans when I was eighteen, before life got in the way.

Oh, to be young, naive and eighteen again, and know what I know now.

Michele Winslow has been writing poetry and short stories since grade school. Following in her grandmother's footsteps she has been blending herbal teas since the early 1960's. For the last twenty years she has been making facial, bath and body products using natural organic products. During the New England flood of 2010, all ingredients were lost. She retired from the Bath and Beauty field, but is currently having fun with another hobby, cooking.

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