Not As Old As I Look

I find as I grow older…as I watch the world unfold despite losing hair and gaining wrinkles…I don't often feel old. Oh sure I know there were skills I had when I was young that I somehow today lack and I'm not often sure when I look in the mirror who's that old guy looking back and sometimes that smile that occupies my face can turn into a frown when I realize it's much harder getting up from the floor…that it was getting down. But for the most part I'm happy with my age, with who I am…where I've come from and as long as I am feeling happy…I say let the aches and wrinkles come! But the other day in the book store a thought occurred to me that the young man I like to think I am is not the young man other people see. A young family asked about our building commenting on its beauty…remarking on it's style So I told them a little about it's history How it had been here for a while… I told them there's a plaque out front to remind us of this building's glory on it is the original owner's name and a summary of it's story I told them it used to be a movie theater In the 1920's…way back when It was here the youngest member of the family asked "Were you working here back then? " Everyone within earshot chuckled (my laughter was more controlled) as I wondered did she really think I looked 100 years old? I imagine children have a hard time determining age… perhaps this is a skill they lack… anyway….the next time someone asks about this building I'll just tell them… read the plaque.