When I was 23 I didn't think I was old at all...quite a spritely young chicken in fact. However, as the 24th of October loomed in the distance, I began to feel an overwhelming sense of oldness approaching me. It seems only yesterday that I finished Uni...but no, it was 3 years ago, and it feels only one more day than yesterday that I finished school...but no, that was in fact 6 years ago!! If I double my age now I would be 48, and if I tripled it I would be 72! But then again, if I halved it I would be 14...and the thought of being 14 and having to go through the grind of school and Uni again isn't so appealing.
When I turned 18, I thought I was so old, then 21 came around and 18 looked so young and 21 was the new old. Now I am 24 they both look juvenile and I feel ancient! I get the sense that this trend may continue for many years to come.
However, it is not all doom and gloom. I can still get into the pool as a 17 year old (which originally I thought was only a slight stretch of the truth, but when I realised that there was actually a 7 year age difference I was quite impressed with myself), get called a 'baby faced' 16 year old by some hobo in NYC, get into the footy as a child (but only if I put my sweet smile on) and get asked when I am finishing school.
So I guess the drift of today's highly intellectual rant is that age is just a number...as much as I'd love to be Benjamin Button (well maybe not, because that was quite a weird concept...rather more like Justin Timberlake in the new movie 'In Time', where the ageing gene in switched off at 25) I will get older but as along as I can keep looking like a baby-faced 16 year old then all is on the right track for years of living the life of a young'un!!
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