For as long as I knew her my grandmother was an old lady. Sweet as an angel but an old lady; I could never imagine that she was once a sexual being. A few years after she died, I saw a picture of her (as a very young woman) in some of my mother's things. I had no idea who it was. I asked my brother who it was and he was like, "don't you know who that is?" No. I really had no idea. She was a beautiful young woman... maybe in her late 20s and foxy as hell! When my brother told me in was "grandma" I was in denial. When my mother confirmed it I nearly fainted! How could my sweet old grandma ever be so young, beautiful, and sexy???
Ah, youth! It is wasted on the young!
