Getting Old

You know how it goes. When we were young all we thought about was being older. At five you couldn't wait to be six or seven. Remember being fourteen or fifteen, you were beside yourself that if only you were seventeen, then I could drive. And even at seventeen you wanted to be eighteen because then you were officially an adult. OK, but that wasn't good enough, because if I was twenty one, then I can drink (officially)and now I'm really an adult.

But then it started changing. In your mid twenties you started dreading being thirty. But at thirty, life wasn't that bad. As years went by you hoped they would slow down before I got to forty. Now I'm starting to feel some aches, but as soon as I hit fifty, there is enough medication out here for me to take so the pain shouldn't be that bad.

Oh how I wish I was twenty again, maybe thirty , heck I'll even take forty. You know what at fifty six, I remember when I was younger and had my fifthtith surprise birthday party, those were the good old days.

I was at a Senior's luncheon today and there was something I noticed that is real important. After a certain number in our life it doesn't really matter. It all comes down to your health.

There were eighty year olds that looked sixty and sixty year olds that looked ninety. Take care of yourself, get your check ups and enjoy every moment.

Life is great.