Think of this:
From age 2 or 3 we eagerly await our 5th or 6th birthday so we'll be big enough to go to school.
Then (in rural PA anyhow) we eagerly awaited our 12th birthday so we could get a hunting license.
Then we eagerly await our 16th birthday so we could get a driving license
Then we eagerly await our 18th birthday so we can vote
Then we eagerly await our 21st birthday so we can drink - ironic that government thinks we are mature enough to vote and serve in the military before we are mature enough to drink responsibly.
Then they just pass too fast until we are about 35 and then speed up until we reach that awful age of 40 and we have to admit that we are getting toward middle age.
Then they speed up again and we celebrate (???) our 50th with black baloons and drape black over the door because we are force to realize that we've gotten closer the end of our life than the beginning.
Now they move fast and we hit the double nickel 55 and are officially senior citizens and qualify for discounts that we stubornly refuse to accept for about the next 5 years. Many of us leave our "career job" and take a pension.
Really moving along now we hit 62 and those senior citizens discounts start looking better - many now take the discounted early Social Security so we can collect at least some before they run out.
65 is bad - we now are elgible for medicare and can't deny anymore that we're getting on we are now admitting that we're past middle age.
Then 71 and we are required to start withdrawing from our IRA (if we have one)
After that we start celebrating again (a new one about every week it seems)... but each new birthday signals that we are still alive and kicking. 75 is great...that means that I've lived closer to 80 years than 70 and each new day is a gift that I probably really don't deserve.
From age 2 or 3 we eagerly await our 5th or 6th birthday so we'll be big enough to go to school.
Then (in rural PA anyhow) we eagerly awaited our 12th birthday so we could get a hunting license.
Then we eagerly await our 16th birthday so we could get a driving license
Then we eagerly await our 18th birthday so we can vote
Then we eagerly await our 21st birthday so we can drink - ironic that government thinks we are mature enough to vote and serve in the military before we are mature enough to drink responsibly.
Then they just pass too fast until we are about 35 and then speed up until we reach that awful age of 40 and we have to admit that we are getting toward middle age.
Then they speed up again and we celebrate (???) our 50th with black baloons and drape black over the door because we are force to realize that we've gotten closer the end of our life than the beginning.
Now they move fast and we hit the double nickel 55 and are officially senior citizens and qualify for discounts that we stubornly refuse to accept for about the next 5 years. Many of us leave our "career job" and take a pension.
Really moving along now we hit 62 and those senior citizens discounts start looking better - many now take the discounted early Social Security so we can collect at least some before they run out.
65 is bad - we now are elgible for medicare and can't deny anymore that we're getting on we are now admitting that we're past middle age.
Then 71 and we are required to start withdrawing from our IRA (if we have one)
After that we start celebrating again (a new one about every week it seems)... but each new birthday signals that we are still alive and kicking. 75 is great...that means that I've lived closer to 80 years than 70 and each new day is a gift that I probably really don't deserve.