"That's the effect of living backwards," the Queen said kindly:
"it always makes one a little giddy at first--"
The White Queen, Alice in Wonderland
Unlike the White Queen, I don't remember things that are going to happen. I do remember things that happened a long time ago when my perspective was that of a brittle old person, intolerant and afraid.
In the 1960s public schools of Ogden, UT, teachers loved my prissy demeanor and the chilling effect it had on the bored and academically unchallenged. I was not one to have fun with the guys, so the troublemakers got to sit next to me. A boy in 7th grade called me an old hag. Yeah, probably so. I had no sense of humor then.
My reverse aging began in my 20s, with a move from Utah to Washington, DC. I had help from my first husband, Rob, as well as a good job, a vegetarian diet, 10-speed bicycles, hippie friends, and the popular pharmaceuticals of the 1970s. I stopped getting younger about the time I retro-ed to the age of 9. For me, nine is old enough to read and write and find my way home in time for dinner, but young enough to be almost fearless.
Life is so much more fun now than it used to be. I'm more relaxed and spontaneous. I smile more and I laugh more. I enjoy living and being and seeing the world through the eyes of somebody who feels like she is seeing it for the first time. I've experienced so much oldness in my life that I think, having had a taste of something different, that I should remain giddy for the rest of my life. These pages tell the story of how I got from there to here.