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I looked into the mirror tonight and what do you think I saw?

A gray-haired sixteen-year-old getting ready to go to Senior Prom.

But the funniest thing happened. I could not recall where the gray hair and ponytail had come from, because when I was taking my shower, I was young and slim and had beautiful white even teeth and I had my share of beaus.

Now, my teeth were gone and I had accumulated extra bags beneath my blue eyes.

I looked a fright and life had taken a fearful turn. I could not find mother or daddy, so what was I going to do?

The calendar said 2008, but just how could that be? At a quarter of six, the year was 1963, and I was about to go to my Senior Prom with Joe Pulizzano, my Italian Dream.

He wanted me to marry him and drop out of school, though that could never be for what would Mama think of me. He was twenty years old and I was just sixteen.

And this house where I was did not look at all like where I was raised. It was far too big, had three bedrooms when all we had was two.

I know, someone’s playing a trick on me or I must be having a very bad dream because it wasn’t so very long ago that I turned sweet sixteen.

My life is just beginning. I’m like a rosebud just waiting to bloom, but this woman in the mirror looks over the hill and somewhat like a loon.

Then suddenly you came to me and kissed me on my cheek. You asked me how I was and how I’d been all week.

And, just as quick, it all came flowing back to me. My, but the years have taken their toll and now life is no longer slow and sweet.

Though I am wiser, sometimes sadder, yet my heart still skips a beat when I hear the songs of yesteryear when I was young and had the world laid at my feet.

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