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Question: Story: Write me a story about 6 year old Emma at her 65 year old grandma Sylvia's house for the summer. Sylvia wasn't tech savvy and often scolded her younger family members for using electronics regardless of why they were using it. Emma happened to have her little play tablet on her when Sylvia took it telling her she should be outside taking a walk or doing something more productive. Sylvia decided she was gonna leave Emma home and go shopping. Emma took the opportunity to sneak in her grandma's room to find her play tablet. Noticing all the old lady clothes and shoes as well as her grandma's purse Sylvia left behind on accident made Emma cringe and say out loud how old everything looks. Climbing up the shelves. Emma's tiny hands grabbed hold of her tablet when she lost balance and fell knocking Sylvia's purse over her shoulder and accidentally landing in a pair of Sylvia's white slip-on sandals. Removing the purse, Emma tried to slip off the sandals but they wouldn't budge. Suddenly, Emma's feet started cracking and aging into Sylvia's veiny feet even getting her yellow toenails. Emma freaked out and started crying at the transformation as she held her tablet tight and ran out to the living room grabbing her grandma's purse and trying to see if there was something inside it that could help her. Emma's body kept changing as an old lady style pink skirt formed on her lower half while a floral pink style blouse formed on her upper half. Her body grew to her grandma's short height gaining Sylvia's hunchback. Emma's hair grew curly, thin and white. Her eyes turned blue and her vision grew blurry. Her teeth yellowed and grew brittle as her voice turned into Sylvia's. Looking in the mirror, Emma said in Sylvia's voice how much she looked like grandma before crying. Suddenly, Emma's memories changed, simplified and matured until she only remembered being Sylvia. The new Sylvia blinked a few times in confusion looking around her living room. Looking in her mirror, she saw her outfit wondering what she was doing again. Spotting her purse on the floor, she slowly walked over to it and picked it up putting it gently over her shoulder. The new Sylvia said the quote "Oh sweet Lord. I was wondering why I was still home again. Silly old me forgot my purse again" The new Sylvia spotted her granddaughter's play tablet on the ground and picked it up. The new Sylvia said the quote "I will never understand the appeal behind mumbojumbo like this. A good ol' spin dial phone is all I needed when I was growing up. Weird how it ended up in my hand. I could've sworn it was still in my closet. I must be losing my marbles" chuckling just like the real Sylvia would. The new Sylvia looked in the mirror briefly before turning away from her reflection bothered at how old she was getting before heading out the door to go shopping having no memory of being 6 year old Emma.
Once upon a time, on a muggy summer afternoon, little six-year-old Emma found herself at her 65-year-old grandma Sylvia's house. An old school disciplinarian, Sylvia was not one for technology and often chastised her younger family members for being glued to screens of electronic devices. Emma, being a child of her time, had taken along her little play tablet, an object that Sylvia considered a loathsome distraction. One evening, Sylvia decided to go shopping, leaving Emma home alone. She confiscated Emma's little tablet and told her sternly, "When I was your age, we played outside and did productive things, not just stare at screens all day." Emma nodded compliantly but as soon as Sylvia was out the door, little Emma saw it as an opportunity to retrieve her forbidden toy tablet from her grandmother's room. Walking into Sylvia's room, her small nose crinkled at the smell of mothballs and her eyes squinted at the old-fashioned clothes and shoes. It felt like stepping into a time capsule. She spotted her grandmother's purse that Sylvia had forgotten to take along, lying amidst Sylvia’s hoary collection of shoes. Gathering her courage, Emma climbed the shelves and finally laid her hands on her cherished toy. Just as she was stretching her tiny hand to retrieve her tablet, she lost balance and fell. Sylvia’s handbag, which was hanging on her shoulder, fell, and Emma accidentally slipped into a pair of her white slip-on sandals. Emma tried to yank the oversized sandals off, but to her shock and surprise, they mysteriously fit. Suddenly, she felt her feet turning crumpled, aged, and spidery veined just like Sylvia’s feet. She stared in horror as her once small, neat toenails transformed into discolored, yellowed ones. Crying and gripping her toy tablet, she bolted down to the living room. The transformation was not over. Her clothes morphed into a vintage pink skirt coupled with a floral blouse. Her once tiny body changed to reflect Sylvia's short stature, a pronounced hunch painting a haunting picture of her future. Her hair turned thin, curly and white. Her eyes, a stunning shade of blue, now marked by age and her vision significantly blurred. Her once pearly white teeth now bore the emblem of time. In Sylvia's voice, a tearful Emma spoke, ‘I look just like grandma.’ Emma’s chain of thoughts halted as her memories started changing, growing old and mature till she only remembered being Sylvia. Blinking in confusion, she looked around and her gaze fell on her outfit. She frowned, “What am I doing again?" Then her eyes fell on the purse on the floor and she slowly walked over to it, picked it up, and slipped it gently over her shoulder. "Oh sweet Lord, I must have forgotten my purse again," she mumbled in Sylvia's soothingly familiar, raspy voice. Spotting the play tablet on the floor, Sylvia picked it up. She chuckled, "I will never understand the appeal behind mumbojumbo like this. A good ol' spin dial phone is all I needed when I was growing up. Weird how it ended up in my hand. I must be losing my marbles." She looked into the mirror and sighed at the reflection staring back at her, the lines of age etched deep. Shaking her head, she muttered about the plight of old age and walked out the door, gone shopping, totally forgetting about her former self, the energetic six-year-old Emma.
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