When I was a little kid I would have wished for sweets or a doll or some other toy.

When I was three and a half, I might have wished that my dad and mom were still together.

When I was six or seven I would have wished for a television. The people who lived behind us had one which we were allowed to watch once and we really longed for one of our own.

When I was ten I would have wished that my sister, Judy, would stop hiding my paper dolls and stop reading my diary.

When I was fourteen I wished we could go back to live in Zanesville because that was where my boyfriend, Barry, lived.

When I was sixteen I wished that Conrad, who travelled on the same school bus as we did, would ask me out.

When I was nineteen I wished that Tim hadn’t broken up with me and broken my heart.

When I was 21 I probably had lots of wishes but my main wish was that my baby would be healthy and safe.

So many wishes later…..if I were asked at any time since I was about twelve, what my three wishes would be, I would have first wished as above then I would have wished for all the people in the world to be well fed and content and to live in harmony with everyone else. I know that last wish is ridiculously naive but I’d still wish it.