When I grow up: I want to have long legs and thighs that don’t touch and wear stiletto heels and short skirts. I want to have long, straight hair that shines and a dazzling white smile. I want to have a voice that sounds like I have lived in foreign countries and have a slight accent. I want to have a glow like JLo and dance like Beyonce and sing like Adele. I want to wear a signature cologne and red lipstick. I want to wear designer clothing and Jimmy Choo shoes.
When I grow up: I want to travel first class and stay in five-star hotels and tip bell boys lavishly. I want to see all the famous sights and spend a week on a yacht. I want to paint outdoors in Italy and France. I want to dance in the streets of Spain and take a gondola ride in Venice. I want to stay with a royal family in a real castle and walk at daybreak in the moors of Scotland.
When I grow up: I want to meet Hillary Clinton and take her to a beauty salon and dress shop. I want to sit down and ask Oprah and Barbara Walters questions that have real meaning. I want to hook politicians up to lie detectors and ask them what their real agendas are. I want to meet real-life heroes and teachers who made a difference. I want to talk to people who have had near-death experiences and parents who have lost children. I want to have a radio show and ask Ryan Seacrest what its like to be him. I want to ask actors and professional athletes what makes them deserve such vast amounts of money for what they do. I want to talk children with serious illnesses and to be with anyone who is dying alone.
When I grow up: I want to build medical centers where no one is turned away or denied care because of a lack of insurance, where doctors can do what they are best at and take as much time with each patient as needed. I want to feed the patients good, wholesome, healing foods and medications are a last resort. I want researchers to have whatever they need to find cures. I want there to be no politics, no kickbacks from pharmaceutical companies, no corruption in these centers. I want the medical personnel to work six hour shifts and only five days a week. I want everyone who works there to be there because they truly want to help people. I want nurses to have a voice in the care of the patients and doctors to confess when they make a mistake. I want bad doctors and nurses to be “called on the carpet” and dismissed. I want better medical care and less screw-ups.
When I grow up: I want to sing at Carnegie Hall. I want to be in a hit comedy on TV. I want to dance in Riverdance. I want to write books that will make people happy to be alive. I want a shop of my own where I sell one-of-a-kind pieces of furniture and art.
When I grow up: I want to live in a coastal village, in an art community. I want to ride a three-wheel bike with a large wicker basket on the back and wear bohemian clothing and funky gold jewelry. I want to live in a cottage on the beach and sit each day at dusk on the white sands in a cream-colored fishermen’s sweater and a plaid cotton skirt with an old quilt wrapped around me drinking a great cup of coffee and thinking what a great life I’ve had. When I grow up.