"Another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise."
Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye, 1988
Canadian critic, feminist, novelist, & poet (1939 - )
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That little blurb describes me perfectly. I am 20 years old and live icognito in this 41 year old body. Periodically I escape...got my hubby (53) to take me to a Kid Rock concert. Ironically we were not the oldest teenagers there. Something he was terrified of being. Nothing wrong with letting out the inner teenager once in awhile.
Posted by: Michele | September 13, 2005 at 02:48 PM
Give me a spoon, a large tub of some decent ice-cream and sit me in front of a good sit-com (Sex & the City, Six Feet Under, Desperate Housewives), and you'll see me at my sixteen-year old best.
Wanna hold a pyjama party sometime soon?
Posted by: Maman to three | September 17, 2005 at 12:24 AM