Let's see. Like some others here, I've got several ages.Hmmmmmmmmm? My inner children? Billy, that little scamp with a slingshot in his back jeans pocket and skinned knees is only eight years old. Little Billie, the cutie, with pigtails, wearing a pink, frilly party dress and patent leather mary janes on her feet and a teddy bear in tow, is only seven.
I feel around 35 most of the time, unless that pesky Ritis boy Arthur shows up.
Then I feel the 55 years I've been around. When I'm flirting with friends, I feel like a bright, coquette in my early twenties. :wink: During ceremomies, I feel ageless, I just sense being older than most in attendance. Not better or even better informed, just ageless. When playing with small children, I feel like I'm no more than a year older than they are.
On very rare occassions, I feel Ooooold, like trying to explain that there really were black and white movies. that the first television had a 6' screen and the cabinet dimensions were around 24"x24"x36"high! Times like that make methuselah seem like a kid.
I remember the USAF testing supersonic planes over our homes and not just rattling the windows, but shaking the entire house. I later found that an uncle was on the test team as navigator and steered the flight over our neighborhood purposely! And Sam calls me a brat!
If the saying "Age is a state of mind" is true. I'm living in the state of chaos! Lalalalalalala!