Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt
Dear Old Lady Me
I’m Anita a long time ago.
I’m not afraid of anything.
I climb trees, sneak out of the house and play in the yard in the middle of the night and I’m not afraid of monsters, but I am sort of scared of Alien Invasions from Mars.
I drank kerosene and got my stomach pumped and I like to dance the Hula with no clothes on.
One day I guess I’ll be an old 50 year Old Lady.
I hope you don’t embarass me. I hope you’re brave, I hope you have long hair and I hope you’re not afraid of monsters.
4 Year old
Anita Marie Godfrey.
Dear 4 Year Old Me
I can’t believe you didn’t kill us before we turned 6 years old.
No I’m not afraid of monsters- I write about them.
I’m not afraid of Alien Invasions, I’m pulling for one.
I still get up in the middle of the night sometimes and I still go outside and when I do I think about you- I can’t believe something as little as you wasn’t afraid to do that. I don’t go out like that without my dog and a hockey stick.
I write about you a lot because you were hands down the weirdest, strangest and most entertaining kid I’ve ever known.
Turning 50 was actually kind of fun, but being you as a kid was a riot.
Let’s get back together soon.