Age

When I was young, probably around six or seven, I spent the night at the house of my parent's friend, George. I remember talking with him about age. George was thirty years old at the time and my parents were still in their twenties. I don't recall if I figured my parents were old at that point, but George certainly was because he was thirty.

My Dad told me a story the other day about a time when I was in my early teens. We were visiting another friend of my parents and he asked me how it felt to have such young parents. I replied in shock, "Do you know how old they are?!?".

I can remember turning thirty. I thought it was the end of the world. I can honestly say that it was the worst year of my life. I hadn't accomplished what I thought I should have and wasn't where I figured I should be. It was the end of the world and I was old! It was all going to be downhill from there. I don't take things so seriously anymore. Life is too short to worry about what I haven't done. I like to have fun now and am happy with where I am.

Tomorrow I turn forty years old. How the heck did that happen? I can also see from my notes that I have to learn how to spell forty, not fourty (thank goodness for spell check). I certainly don't feel forty, in fact I still feel like I'm in my twenties and usually act as if I'm in my teens. I often say: "I may be getting older but I refuse to grow up", which becomes more true every day.

Life to me is a wonderful journey and age doesn't mean anything, it's simply a number.