The other night, my wife commented that she missed being young. She's only 56... (don't tell her I let that slip.)

It was a rather cold night and I found myself pondering this a bit when I took the dog out. It was freezing. I remembered when I was a kid, freezing didn't mean what it does now. I could play all day in the snow, even after losing sensation in the toes. I loved playing in the snow, even after the snot froze to my lip! Sledding, snow-ball fights, skating, skiing...playing Friggin "Nanuk of the North!"

Now, cold is damned uncomfortable. But, standing there, waiting for the dog to decide which square foot she was going to baptize, I closed my eyes and breathed in the cold. It felt the same as when I was a kid. Same effect on the nose hairs! Same smell. Nothing different.

Then I opened my eyes and looked into the Southwestern sky and being a cold, winter night, Orion was right there, where he'd always been, and I found myself remembering that since childhood, I'd never tired of seeing Orion for the first time every year...and being a bit disappointed when I'd look up and realize he was gone for the season.

The other day, I was at Dairy Queen. I was having a cone and my 22 year old daughter was having a strawberry sundae. You have to realize, that when she was 3, I introduced her to Dairy Queen strawberry sundaes and that's all she ever orders from there. When she was 3, she's stand on the seat and I'd spoon it into her like a little bird! Now, at 22 she can feed herself - but I still buy.

I looked around and noted there were a lot of geriatrics present. They were all having soft serve deserts of one sort or another. Many of them were on the far side of 80. I wondered if the ice-cream tasted any different to them, than the first time they'd ever had it? It tastes the same to me. My father introduced me to the peanut buster parfait - which was his favorite. I haven't had one in years. He's been gone since 1990 and the next time I go to Dairy Queen, I'm having one...just to see if it tastes like I remember.

My wife and I took a 5 mile speed walk Saturday. On the walk, I tried to feel different at 61 than I did when I was 16. But the muscles were still strong, the breathing controlled, the heart rate right where it should be for that level of exercise. No sore muscles, no aching in the calves. Same sweat on my chest and back. Later, I stiffened up after relaxing, but I remember that happening after a grueling track and field event when I was in high school too. Nothing really different.

So, I'm not sure I miss being young. There is a certain melancholy that comes when I realize the road ahead is shorter than the one I've already traveled, but so far, no complaints.

But, one final thought I'd like to leave with you. Now that I've practiced nursing for 9 years, I have to tell you, good health is a God Send, but it can be fleeting. You will pay for the mistakes you've made and the abuse you've given yourself. So many of my patients are very old and very infirm. So, don't make fun of them. Think of their faces as a mirror you will one day gaze into. Then close your eyes, and take a bite of Strawberry Sundae - and savor it.

I'm 68 now. There's a BIG difference between 68 and 61. I'm in decent shape but it takes longer to recover after a long hike. Stiff muscles take longer to loosen up. I'll start hiking in the hills as soon as things dry up and I know it'll take longer to get my wind back and for the heart to slow down after a steep hill.

"Gee honey, I sure miss you being young too.!"

Peanut Buster Parfait---That's my favorite too. Life is Good

I've been trying to figure out when I went from Ironman to Iron pills.

Getting old sucks, but lots of people didn't get to find out.

Hanco,

For 6 years I was a cancer nurse. I know that full well.

Anytime I hear daddy red bird singing and smell Texas Mountain Laurel blooming I'm instantly transported back to the east side of Cedar Mountain
In Llano county. Same for me now as it was almost 40 years ago!

Suicidal often?

Remember,growing old is manditory----growing up is optional

I think I'm the reverse...all summer long, drenched in sweat, only enjoying morning and evening...I can't wait for cold and starting the woodstove.

At age 74, I am pleasantly surprised to find that I can still do as many things as I can. I can't run 7-minute miles anymore, like I did when I was 61. In fact, I can't run anymore. It just takes too much of a toll on my body. I can't carry a 50-60 pound pack any distance, but I have stepsons, grandsons and young friends that can, and do, carry the loads for me.

Like Dan, I still order and consume pretty much the same confections that I grew up on, although not as many (nor as frequently) as I once did. And putting in for big game tags here in New Mexico, and for elk in Colorado, is still just as exciting as it was 54 years ago.

As I have said on these forums several times, I never, ever expected to live this long. For me, each new day that I wake up is a gift from God and I try to respect and treat it as such.

At 75 I'm constantly reminded of the consequences of a misspent youth.

But I realize I am fortunate to still be able to do the things I enjoy......... just on a reduced scale and at a slower pace.

An Old timer I used to hunt with , said many times, getting old is not for sissies.

I marvel at how healthy I still am at age 70. No arthritis, no diabetes, normal eyesight and hearing, normal blood pressure, no heart issues, and I still sleep through the night without peeing (awake or not, LOL!)

I did have a spot of melanoma last year, but caught it immediately before it spread.

On the other hand, I'm not nearly as flexible, or have the endurance I did. I walked 18 holes of golf yesterday and will again today, but it leaves me pretty wiped out when I do.

I too can see the end coming, but I've outlived my expected expiration date by almost half a century now. I've created a trust and will, made a note here on my computer to let Claudia know a few things for when "it" happens. And quite frankly, I won't be too upset when it does.

It's been a helluva ride.

He was right!!

The original post was beautifully written.

Mr. Chaimberlain, You ever do any professional writing?

You sir are a brave, brave man.

No one here wold ever let that get back to her......

Excellent OP and some great responses. Our family didn't have much and most around us didn't either, so as kids we just plunged ahead. Being fortunate to have great parents and some strong talents and physical abilities, I also was fortunate to have realized that those needed to be developed and used well. So, had a wonderful youth - no complaints whatsoever.

More than three score and ten later, it is certain that cold is colder, heavy loads are heavier, distances seem longer, minutes seem shorter, and the future not long.

But - having the benefits of powerful life experiences that bring knowledge, insights and compassion; talents and skills developed; jobs well done; music and designs created; countries and places explored; great friendships shared; lovely children grown; 57 years with a wonderful woman - I do not miss being young.

I agree. And I can't recall that we have any month that I have not seen 100 or really dang close to it at some point over the years...only put wood in the stove twice this last "winter"

Thank you. Yes, I have three novels on Amazon.

My stove hasn't gone out since last November.

"Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away."

Just the title of this thread gives me a the willys. Can't be anything but trouble.

I thought getting old was a PITA, but being old is worse. 'Course if I had thought I was gonna live this long I woulda took better care of myself and taken fewer chances!

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Micky Mantle couldn't have said it better T!

Dang, Dan! This is so well written, if I were a man of words such as you obviously are, I could not change a single word in this post and make it one bit better, excellent writing. This really sums things up, thank you.

T LEE...I call BS on your post! You know as well as I do that if we knew we were going to live this long when we were young, we still would have lived with the petal to the metal and been tickled to come sliding into home base torn, tattered, and grinnin! NOW we can regret a few things....but not many!!

^^^^Amen!!! It's almost depressing when the winter solstice is passed on the calendar and I start thinking about mowing grass, bugs on the windshield, fighting weeds the possibility of breathing forest fire smoke. Not to mention roads jammed with tourists.

Seeing a good thick layer of snow on top of the grass gives me an immense amount of satisfaction. Similar to loading the mother-in-law on an airplane and watching her disappear at 500 MPH.

I've lived many little boy's dreams.
I only have 2 regrets - both leading to "repairs" (surgery)

If'n I'd let go of the gate BEFORE that big heifer ran over me, I wouldn't have to had the left shoulder re-built!

If'n I'd had my butt planted, I wouldn't have taken that "swan dive" off the feed truck, that resulted in needing my right shoulder re-built!

I even married (UP) to a fine lady, who puts up with my foibles (to an extent) - Kaywoodie claims she is "adult supervision"

You can still smell chitt?

I wish i could still smell the piney woods or the salt water bay at the boat landing like i could when i was a kid.

Be nice to smell some nookie too. Now when i get close enough to smell it, i already got it licked.

Really enjoyed the post Mr. Chamberlain !

Awesome wright up.


I'm on duty tonight, just finish a workout with the younger firefighters. I wont be able to walk in the morning, it reminds me that I'm getting old.
My grandmother once told me that "you will pay for everything that you do". Talking about working or playing to hard.

I guess all the aches and pains just remind us that were still alive...

Was it Shakespeare or Hemingway that said "Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once."

I'd rather be busted up and worn out from fighting than to die with the guilt of being a punk.

Thank you Dan!

I'm nearly 61 and with you 100% there! I'll be stacking 7 cords of wood next month. I enjoy it. I take my time and just enjoy it.

You shouldn't have been teasing your prom date!



I can't help you with this one.



We have all married much more than we deserved my friend, Kaywoodie is probably correct.

I still remember the moment I realized I was, indeed, no longer a young man. I fell of the semi trailer and landed with a "thud", instead of just bouncing like normal. I was 42.

Ten years later, I still absolutely love working with the guys on the farm, and even through seven eye surgeries and a close call due to DVT (blood clots), I'm more than holding my own. Last week I realized just how much I still love working close to physical exhaustion. The difference is that I can't do it for a week straight anymore. The concession to age I have to make is an extra recovery day per week.

But I can still pick up the redhead around her waist and "curl" her up for a kiss. Which is proof we're both in fighting shape.... .

I'm 63. I have some work to do to get to where I need to be, and I'll do it and get there. But my recent GF, who is 46, gives me hope that I'm not over the hill yet, kickin' boots for 2-4 hours at a time. Life ain't bad.