Children

When your female and four, adulthood is so very pretty. You wish for the Cinderella wedding where you of coarse marry your charming prince. Move into a castle and live happily ever after.

When your female and eight, adulthood is very glamorous. You wish for a handsome man to sweep you off your feet. Have a great car and join you in a gigantic wedding ceremony. You will live in a big house with lots of fancy things. Have a house full of children and a dog.

When your female and fifteen, adulthood is the goal. You wish for the newest pop sensation to whisk you away and put your picture on all the tabloids asking "who's that girl?". You want to live in a fantastic industrial themed loft filled with only big expensive things.

When your female and twenty five, adulthood is upon you. You don't need any damn Prince whisking you away, you are all the success you need. You own the best clunker on the market and the basement apartment your renting is fabulous... As long as it doesn't rain.

When your female and thirty five, you realize "shit, I'm halfway to seventy" You thank god for the husband you have because the girlfriends you keep company with are all divorced or worse.... still single.
You live in a modest three bedroom townhouse because its cheap and they fix anything that breaks... eventually.
You have four children that you thank your good graces you only had to personally deliver one vaginally. Ex-wives of new husbands do come in handy for such occasions.
You find yourself feeding two dogs, a cat, a ferret and a Lizard and contemplate adding the words boarding house to your address.
You live in this house with your fifteen year old female (see above) your twenty five year old female university student(see above) your twenty one year old male university student and contemplate adding the words boarding house to your address. Lucky your twenty eight year old female graduate only comes home to the boarding house once a year between Korean English teacher contracts once a year.... for three months.
Sometimes I even pass my husband in the hallway and muster enough energy to give him a wink.

My birthday is three months away. I'll be thirty seven. Wanna know a post secret? I still have my tiara from when I was four. When I am having one of those thirty five and living in a boarding house days, I put it on and close my eyes... I am four again, I am living where my biggest concern is what my barbie will wear today. I am looking forward to my Kraft dinner and hot dog lunch. My aunt Marie is still alive and watching Dr. Who thinking that I am asleep with her on the couch. I am happy to be toilet trained. My greatest love is my blankie.

Take a minute out of your day, put your tiara on, close your eyes.... who are you?