The Boy Who Will Forever Be Eighteen
The shot, and subsequent pills, have worked wonders on Sam. He slept through the night and didn't shake the bed with his constant 'scratching.' It's a miracle...and the vet bill was worth every penny! I awakened, after 8 hours of peaceful sleep, to what I thought would be a fantastic day; then I received a call from a friend...who told me that another 'friend' had passed away. Geeze...that's like four people I went to school with who have died this year alone! When did we get old? I was looking in the mirror yesterday and I was seventeen...long hair...parted down the middle...smirk on my face...and today...well...things have changed.
No matter what age you are, I don't think you will age mentally more so than the age you were when you were at your happiest. You could be 90 years old...but in your heart...in your mind...you will still be 'that age' when you were at your best. As for me...I am seventeen.
I am.... ohhhhh Lord........dare I say it........54.........but I'm telling you...I am seventeen. I still see myself in the headband I wore. I still see myself in those luscious leather boots and that suede vest with the fringe. The vest, that when I flipped my hair back across my shoulders, suddenly vaporized into thin air...and all anyone could see was the brown hair that swished across my back...the hair that reached down to my waist...the hair that I brushed 200 strokes nightly...the hair that I had when I was seventeen.
I still look in the mirror. I have to...I can't brush my teeth or blow dry my hair without seeing my reflection. But when I look into that mirror...and see my reflection...there I am again...no wrinkles...eyelids stand firm...I see no grey in my hair...and when I smile that smirk...all I see is a slight dimple...not a crease in my face!
I just found out that Donnie has passed away at 55 years old. I will not think of him as a father or a grandfather...no...I will remember him as that 'cute' eighteen year old boy who was so into himself (and rightfully so). The boy who had the most adorable reddish blonde hair...so thick that it was alluring in itself. The boy who liked to push my hair off of my back so it fell into two sections in front of my chest. The boy who could dance better than Travolta and could hug you so closely that you felt like you would lose your breath. The boy who talked me down from 'seventeen year old' situations and kept me from doing harm to myself. The boy who will forever and always stay eighteen years old in my head...and my heart.
No matter what age you are, I don't think you will age mentally more so than the age you were when you were at your happiest. You could be 90 years old...but in your heart...in your mind...you will still be 'that age' when you were at your best. As for me...I am seventeen.
I am.... ohhhhh Lord........dare I say it........54.........but I'm telling you...I am seventeen. I still see myself in the headband I wore. I still see myself in those luscious leather boots and that suede vest with the fringe. The vest, that when I flipped my hair back across my shoulders, suddenly vaporized into thin air...and all anyone could see was the brown hair that swished across my back...the hair that reached down to my waist...the hair that I brushed 200 strokes nightly...the hair that I had when I was seventeen.
I still look in the mirror. I have to...I can't brush my teeth or blow dry my hair without seeing my reflection. But when I look into that mirror...and see my reflection...there I am again...no wrinkles...eyelids stand firm...I see no grey in my hair...and when I smile that smirk...all I see is a slight dimple...not a crease in my face!
I just found out that Donnie has passed away at 55 years old. I will not think of him as a father or a grandfather...no...I will remember him as that 'cute' eighteen year old boy who was so into himself (and rightfully so). The boy who had the most adorable reddish blonde hair...so thick that it was alluring in itself. The boy who liked to push my hair off of my back so it fell into two sections in front of my chest. The boy who could dance better than Travolta and could hug you so closely that you felt like you would lose your breath. The boy who talked me down from 'seventeen year old' situations and kept me from doing harm to myself. The boy who will forever and always stay eighteen years old in my head...and my heart.
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