Age has never been a big deal to me. Or at least getting older hasn’t. I was born in January, which makes me older than all my contemporaries. So I’ve long been ‘the oldest’. And that’s always suited me just fine. I got to drive first, and legally drink first.
I guess it helps that I don’t feel old. I don’t act old (though my kids might beg to differ). and I don’t think I look old – but that may also be my aging eyes lying to me when I look in the mirror. Ha! Maybe avoiding glasses wasn’t such a bad idea thus far.
The other night, while out with a few of my besties, we started talking about age, and if you could choose an age to be at for the rest of your life, which would it be? This is also assuming you could go back and know all you know now.
I immediately picked 23. I had actually thought a lot about this before the question was even asked. Weird, maybe. Anyway, there wasn’t a lot I actually loved in my 23rd year, but being 23 was awesome. I had graduated from university, had very few responsibilities, and I had moved out on my own. I was FREE and still young, energetic enough to really enjoy it.
At 23 there is still so much promise. You are still miles away from 30 (which at 23 is older than dirt), and you have a lifetime ahead of you. Yup, 23 was awesome.
The girls at the table with me picked 16 and 18. I scoffed. High school can be a rough! Imagine being in grade 11 FOREVER?!?! Eek! I was probably never more awkward than I was in grade 11. You would have to pay me a lot to go back there…
What age would you choose to be forever?
Julie - 24. I was finished university, living in a great apartment in Toronto and working at the Hockey Hall of Fame. I had an awesome boyfriend (not as awesome as hubby of course), great friends and not a care in the world. Those were the days.