I have this fantasy of stealing the youth of some youngster and letting him or her be the old one while I enjoy the fun and privileges of youth with adult knowledge.
Then I could make better mistakes than last time and live a better (more fun-filled) life.
Alternatively, perhaps medical science will advance, or perhaps I shall find Ponce de Leon’s fountain of youth (perhaps it’s there. Perhaps that’s why so many old people move to Florida?). Either way, I could be young again, living the life of the old woman in Bruce Sterling’s Holy Fire. I could be young, among the young, do stupid risky things, but not too risky.
I could use my 46 years of knowledge to know how to win all the games of youth and still dance in the fountains at dawn with the girl of a younger man’s dreams.
