I wish I was 50. I know that most people wish to keep their young age and their healthy bodies, but not me. I want to be old. I want to have lots of wrinkles and be much more wise that I am at the young old age of 24. I’m ready to live my years to the fullest and have a brain full of wonderful memories.

I may just have to drive a sexy sports car with a wicked awesome hair-do. And I hope all the kids in the neighborhood knock on my door every day because they know I’ll give them all the free ice cream they can eat. I hope they never ask to jump in the pool, but just always come on over and help themselves. I want to wear vibrant purple eye shadow–and lots of it.
When I see people this age, I think, wow, can we be friends? Those are some of the best people in this world to get to know. Anyway, I can’t wait.
Love,
Grandma Meisner