They told me one day I would feel old, but I just refused to believe them.
Age 30. Then 40 – 50 – 60, now 64. Nope, not old.
Grey hair. White hair. Thinning hair. Definitely more hair in my ears and my nose than on the growing bald spot on the back of my head. Still didn’t feel old. Besides, that’s what small scissors are for.
An expanding stomach. Creaking bones. Getting up at night to pee. Still no significant difference.
Hey, I thought, maybe I’m impervious to aging and its supposed ravagings.
But then today all that changed.
I had to face the fact that maybe I really am old.
What happened, you ask?
Well, I still use bar soap.