I’ve heard people whisper phrases like “he’s in his second childhood,” like it’s a bad thing. I’m beginning to think it’s leaving your first childhood that’s the problem.
At what age did it become mandatory to “grow up,” and whose idea was it? I want names! I’m suddenly of a mind that I may have wasted the past 40 years being a grown-up, when I could have been out having fun all that time.
What does “act your age” really mean? Can someone tell me what 55 is supposed to act like? I’ve never been this age before. And when I tell younger folks that the thoughts in your brain don’t change, they look at me with something between disbelief and horror in their eyes. Yes! It’s true! As far as I can tell, inside my head 55 is the same as 45, or 35, or even 18. I swear there are some mornings I could easily be 18 again—until I open my eyes.
So why should I, at merely the highway speed-limit age of 55, have any limits on my capacity to enjoy life? Why should I be any less “playful?” Is there a statute of limitations on having a good time? Fun is fundamental at any age.
Go! Play! Enjoy yourself!