Monday, April 17, 2006

seven years ago

i just found something i wrote when i was nine years old:

When I grow up, by Jacki Trew
When I grow up, I want to open a hotel, work at Westfield, go and live on Neptune for three years, grow wings, and have a million parties. Also, I want to fly in Mike's jet, get my car fixed by Fraser, and get my hair cut by Lexi. I think that all these things will be easy for me. I would also like to own an endless box of white chocolate TimTams. Sometimes I fear that I will turn out to be something I dont want to be, like a model or a bus driver. Yeah, like that will ever happen.



what, have i not aged in the past seven years??? this takes the phrase forever young to a whole new level

1 comment:

Beth said...

lol yeah it fully sounds like something you would write right now.. hehehe