My Age Doesn’t Matter But Getting Old Does
Well, it’s that time of year again, as much as I hate to admit it, I will soon be another year older. Don’t ask my age because it really doesn’t matter and I’m not sure I remember any way. It’s been a lot of years since my mother brought me into this world and that is the one thing I do know and assure I can feel. Each day brings a new surprise. As a kid I loved surprises because usually it meant you were going to get something good. Now, I’m surprised every day when I wake and feel a new pain somewhere in my body. After a little while, you just get used to it and go on about your business. About the only good thing I know about growing old is that all my dark secrets are safe with my friends. That’s because not one of them can remember those secrets.


