When I was in the first grade, I remember thinking how very old my teacher must be. (Those of you who know Mrs. Padgett, don't tell her I said that.) I realize now that she was probably about the same age I am now. Or younger.
Age, much like beauty, is evidently in the eye of the beholder. And sometimes those eyes are covered with bifocals.
When did I become so old? My body aches when I get out of bed in the morning. I'm concerned with my cholesterol and blood pressure. I read my retirement statement every three months with growing interest.
How long is it before I start to need the TV really loud and eat dinner at 4 p.m.? I already go to bed at 8 o'clock. I'm an early bird special away from the old folks' home.
Age is relative. The older I get, the younger that is.
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I don't know what you mean. It's helps if you have kids when you yourself are an infant.
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