When I was younger, much younger, I remember asking people of age how old they were and the person I asked usually seemed to have a problem remembering their exact age. After thinking a few seconds/minutes they would respond by saying something like “I think I’m x years old” or “fifty something”. That always confused me – until recently.
Lately it seems that I’m having difficulty remembering my age and how old I’m turning this year! It’s really strange – someone asks me how old I am or how old I’m going to be this year and I have to stop and think. My initial though is always that I’m going to be 32 – but that’s not the case, I’m going to be 33!
So I have a decision to make – either continue to have difficultly remembering how old I am “actually” and admit defeat in that I’m getting old and becoming one of the people of age or just continue to be 32 for the next few years until I can remember my real age.
I guess I’m going to stay 32 for a few years along side with Megan staying 29.
We’re so young – no old fogies here!!!
Josh's Mom said,
April 23, 2008 @ 10:45 pm
It is so odd, and beyond reason that I should have a son older then I. For I have not forgotten my age….. an age I am proud of….. 29!
So proud, that I have decided to keep it twice!