Right now- Eliza Jane Schaeffer

Right now, there is a little girl watching a teenage girl and wishing that she could be older and taller and prettier. She's counting down the days until her 16th birthday. When she plays "house" with her friends and she scrambles to call the role of the "teenager." She dreams of what job she might have or what her husband might look like. 

Right now, there's a high school girl watching a little girl and wishing that she could be blissfully ignorant and care-free. She's tired of studying and worrying about college and fitting in and existential crises and familial fights. She wishes she could go back to the days when the most important thing she had to do was make her own lunch. She wishes she had the same energy and enthusiasm as that little girl. Or she wishes she could skip to being older with a job and a husband that loves her unconditionally. 

Right now, there's a middle age woman wishing she could be as pretty and young and skinny as the teenage girl across the street. She wishes she didn't need to worry about bills or taxes on laundry or idiots at work or bad drivers or cooking or getting her kids to school. She wishes she could go out on Saturday nights and have fun. Or she wishes she could be retired and do nothing all day long. 

Right now there's an old woman wishing she hadn't spent so much time wanting to grow up. Because now she's about as grown up as you can get and all she wants is to grow down. She wishes she has a job; she feels useless stuck in the house. She wishes she had the social life of a teenager; now her old friends are dying off. She wishes she had her whole life ahead of her, like a child.