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Aging Cheese

1. Where do you see your age?

I'm starting to see it in my hands...they are beginning to get that veiny, thin-skinned look. Just beginning, and no one else would probably notice, but I do.

2. Where do you feel your age?

Everytime I try to run and can't make it 100 feet without wheezing. Everytime I bend over and it hurts to stand back up! Every morning: I wake up with stiff, sore back muscles almost every day.

3. Where do you hear your age?

Almost every time I turn on Top 40 radio, I have to switch it within minutes. I also hear my age in my right knee when I'm climbing steps: click/crick, click/crick...all the way up.

4. Where do you smell your age?

Hmmm, I don't really seem to smell age. This is odd. I'll have to think about it.

5. What is your most vivid memory of childhood?

I can't pin it down to one memory. I think, looking back, it's probably the knowledge that my parents had my back. I may have been pissed at them, and wanted to leave, or thought they were 'mean' or whatever, but when it comes right down to it, I knew without a question that they loved me and would keep me safe. Safe. Not necessarily happy. ;-)

6. What was "old" when you were a little kid?

25 was the ultimate 'perfect' age. 29 was ancient beyond telling. And my parents--who were my age when I was born--were practically dead.

7. Does that seem so old now?

Well, since I have left 25 and 29 in the dust of my history...no. Fifty doesn't even seem old. I suppose when I'm in my 50s, I'll feel the same way about sixty.

Easy to feel mortality creeping right up on you now, huh? Huh. I'm going to take my creaky body upstairs and get dressed now....