My Dad once said he felt like a sixteen year old and my Mum said he couldn’t have one.
He was in his forties at the time, but it gives you an idea of their sense of humour, and they were married for almost 46 years.
As for us, Hubby and I act our shoe size (11 and 7 respectively) but there are days when we feel old, past it, and sitting in God’s waiting room.
Acting your age is almost impossible as everyone sees Age differently. It’s not necessarily to do with how you look (last year, a lovely lady said I only looked 50) either, as a young outlook can belie the actual years on the clock. I can also attribute that to the fact that I still have most of my natural hair colour, though the Rogue streaks are getting more like dual carriageways than a single track now and although not bad for an old trout at 64, my skin isn’t as flawless as hers.
But what if it goes the other way?
I mentioned to a fellow dog walker who was thinking of joining SW that there was a discount for the over 60s………. she was only 54!
Then an elderly acquaintance was most put out when I mentioned the free TV licence and demanded to know how old I thought she was as she was only 62 (licences are free for the over 75s, or are at present until TPTB move the goalposts and means test our pensioners).
Some years ago, the daughter of a friend of my mother’s believed I was Mum’s grand daughter. Heaven forbid if my sister ever got wind of it being thought she was my Mum !
Na. I’m 64 and Hubby loves me, wrinkles, flabby bits, warts and all.
Written for Fandango’s Provocative Question #71