Young and Old
May 10, 2009
Seventy used to be considered old. To those under fifty, it probably still is. But at seventy-one, I don't feel I'm old, at least not very old.
I feel young
- when I am on my bicycle.
- when I think of my wonderful Aunt Ruth who is 94 and going strong.
- on Facebook.
- when I think about all the things I look forward to.
I feel old
- when Peter reminds me that he had a job during high school delivering telegrams. (Have our kids ever seen a telegram?)
- on the beach in Rio in my one-piece bathing suit.
- because my knees won't let me jog anymore.
- when I realize that I spend most of my time with people who were not born when John F. Kennedy was assassinated.
Sometimes I feel old; sometimes I feel young.
But I always feel lucky.
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