"They found her. She's alive."
We were returning home after the Beatles concert and they were the first words I heard after the coach crashed. I was alive - but I couldn't see a thing. Ever again. My life gone at seventeen.
But it's all different now. They tell me Paul McCartney's going grey and got wrinkles. Not my Paul. Young, fresh-faced, with a cheeky smile. That's what he'll always be like. My Mum and Dad, too. They're long gone but they never aged. They stayed as I remembered them.
I'm an elderly lady myself now but I'll always be seventeen.
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