The Old Lady and Books

I am posting this one because I really adored this old lady even though I didn't met her or I'll never meet her. Today I went to a movie with my best friend and I'll totally say that the movie itself was weird and I can't describe what I felt because the other day my friend gave me a wrong spoiler and I watched the whole movie with that psychology. Back to this lady, she may be the person just the way that I wanted to be in the future or may not. But I when I saw her I just imagined a fiction character to her. I want to be a peaceful lady with grand children and a lovely husband with things that I succeeded and I want to sit on my porch read the books I bought while watching the sunset with a warm wind, drinking my jasmine tea cause it is my favourite.
The thing is growing up is such a strange thing. I mean sometimes I really want to grow up sometimes it is just really hard to imagine my self being an adult. But of all the times It seems like being a teenager is the part where people have most of the fun and I don't want to lose that.