AS THE YEARS GO BY
Aging depends on where you are at.
There is the single digits where the months count too, or
the years where the ¼, the ½ and the ¾ is so important.
Wishing for 5, for kindergarten to start. Then 6 for grade school. 13 designates that now I’m a teen. 16 mean’s I can drive.
Wishing, wishing the years away. Never heeding mom’s words, how the years will
go faster the older you get. When she
turned 40, I thought she was ancient.
18, now an adult. One
milestone I missed was 21, to be legal to drink. They changed legal age 3 months before. Now 21, was when I got carded.
25 was huge, a ¼ of a century seemed like a hell of a long
time. Then there was 40, not old after
all. I decided to celebrate all year
long, getting around to doing all those “I’d like to do that some day” things.
50 marks the ½ century mark.
At 55, 62 or 65 senior discounts depending on which restaurant you are
in. And monthly seniors movies to be
enjoyed too.
This year will be 60, collecting C.P.P.
Then 65, well you know the rest. No sense in speeding up the process, for just
like mom said, “The years go by faster, the older you get.”
By Lynn
Keeling
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