2014 Space Blogacy

any age for one week

Dear Mystified Bloggers?

Have you ever found yourself on a wild goose chase? I have a story for you sometime about my brother and I and a flock of WILD geese. But tonight I felt more like I was on a “Snipe” hunting trip. I had my supplies and a map to the secret location but after a while….hours….of being lost in the wonderland of this awesomeness (WDC), I finally found the key. I got to the “Enter Password” place
But by the time I got there I completely forgot it. Did I take a note? I can’t find it if I did. Oh well I know more about this place than before. So “it’s all good” as my Grandkids tell me.

So for the PROMPT
If you could be any age for one week, what age would you choose and why?
Well tonight I was a baby. I curled up in the corner alone Feeling lost, abandoned I sucked my thumb, twisted my hair and howled. But for a whole week. Not. No, I can’t do it. I thought about a life do over but you never said we could CHANGE anything. And I wouldn’t if I could because I wouldn’t change my life one iota.
So I guess I would have to play this forward. Any age…
One week… I am 287 years old. I am jetting over to the old folks home to see my Mom. She has been missing Jillian’s signing so we take the stardarter craft, using only the greenest of Juniper fuel, to the Noisivy city. The multi- dimensional, inter-galactic, way cool space station has all the best entertainment. That’s why Jillian is there again.
We can only stay a week. Which is PERFECT. Any longer and Mom would probably rejuvenate again and I can barely keep up as it is.