What age would I go back to if I could.......

Well I think I will have to go with the present, the ripe ol' age of 31! Ugh! I know I can no longer say I am 30 that I have to say I am IN my 30's as much I(before thinking about what I was going to write) viewed it as a bad thing.
Which now I disagree, after spending part of my afternoon day dreaming of my short life I have decided this is the best, not saying I wouldn't have done a few things differently, but if I had done them differently it may have changed the course of the ship I have sailed.....I kinda like it here in my crazy little sometimes hectic world. I have two beautiful boys whom although are total opposites but even with their differences they for the most part get along better then most brothers, and they both truly bring me joy and make me so proud! Then there's Scotty who can un-nerve me quicker then anyone. but when he laughs at my twisted jokes he makes up for the un-nerving that he is so capable of. He truly understands me and he understands why I am me....even the stuff I haven't told him thats happened....it's like he understands anyway. Plus he is truly one of my best friends.

Looking back on my life...childhood was okay, I mean I wasn't ever abused or mistreated...although you could not have told me that I was not mistreated at the time....lol At one point I think I was about 8 years old I remember sitting on a blue milkcrate out in the yard with a neck brace on, yaknow one of those big foamy white ones, anyway I sat outside on that crate for several evenings in a row because my brother had convinced me from early on that I was adopted, so outside I sat waiting on the martians to come down from Mars and get me so I could meet my real family. Later in years my brother chose to torment my older sister and me by watching every Bruce Lee movie there was, then he would try all of his karate on us, we would try to tell on him when are parents were home, but mothers defentative answer was always "Quit picking on him and he won't treat you like that" Although memory slips me at times but still to this day I do not ever remember asking him to karate chop us for no reason...but hey maybe we did. (Rolling my eyes right now just so you know)

Anyway childhood years, were okay, we didn't have much, didn't have all the gadgets that my kids have, we just used our imagination which more often then not it got us into a heap of trouble. So then puberty hit and the teenage years come rolling in, nothing special just boring small town life. My twenties were okay as well, but life just seems to get better with each passing year. My kids are growing like weeds, getting smarter and wittier every day.
The only thing that stinks about my being 31 is that Hoss thinks its SOOOOOOO OLD! If I were 8 years old I would probably agree with him. They say you are as old as you feel, well by golly I feel 31!!!!

Now that being said here I am getting older every day but I still yearn for things like....my Granny Russell's wisdom, my Pa Russell's jokes (although he talked so quiet you couldn't hear his jokes so you only laughed when he started shaking all over because you couldn't hear his laugh either) my PanPa's hugs and the kiss we had to plant on his swollen jaw full of chewin-ta-backer, and oh my how I long to be a size 12 again, but this time not thinking it was fat.

Now not sure if I did this little game of tag right, but here it is!!!

**goes back to thinking of a way to get Christy back**