Saturday, September 13, 2025
Time: 6:20 PM
Song: I Wish I Was Eighteen Again
Artist: George Burns
Mode of Consumption: Listening to vinyl LP of “I Wish I Was Eighteen Again” by George Burns.
Link to song (note Spotify didn't have the George Burns version of this song, so this is Ray Price): https://open.spotify.com/track/4CEl2D6p9QsHXRNG6XUZHN?si=3615927c57a64632
“Sometimes I think I’d like to be eighteen again,” Jodi says. “There be some good things about it, but others not so much. I don’t think I am up for being back in school.”
I nod.
“Do you want to be eighteen again?”
I think about it a second.
“Not really.” I don’t add a whole lot more than that. I think there are days when I think about it more than that. The night before we went to a football game, and that always gets me to thinking about being the age where I could go play four quarters of football and get up the next day feeling fine. Now, one fall to the ground would probably leave me sore for a week.
No, I don’t think I’d want to be eighteen again, other than just to have the chance to move back in time and see the people that I can’t see anymore. If it meant scratching away the memories and lessons of the last 25 years, then I don’t see the point of it, I guess.
As I get older, I do tend feel that there might be something to reincarnation. If some essence of me becomes eighteen again, I hope It’s a different body, living a different life, doing different things.
I look up later that George Burns was 84 years old when he recorded this song. I don’t doubt that he was considering himself nearer to death. The chance to be eighteen would give him a burst of life.
Little did he know, he’d live another sixteen years.
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