Her answer was perfect. She responded she'd like to be 24. When her age matched her waist. I laughed and giggled. I responded a confused answer and when I finally calmed down and thought about it. She's almost right.
For me, Twenty three was a great age. I was young, was in my last days of college, my waist WAS 23 inches (see above dresses that fit way back when!), and the world was in front of me. Then, at the end of 23 years I got pregnant and although I did gain that tiny waist back for a few more months after Strider was born....it didn't last long. My world shrank to a family and responsibilities pertaining to it.
I often wonder what would have happened if I had taken the job on The Sternwheeler and worked on a boat on the Columbia River instead of moving to EO and working in a preschool/daycare. To go back to that age with the knowledge from today, I'd take that job and experience something different.
But, we can't go back. Except in our imaginations. Which is probably the safest place to wander anyway!