In a couple of weeks I will reach an age mile stone that implies I am half way through my life. I should be feeling a lot older then I do. I just don't. Is it a refusal to see the truth on my part? I don't know. When I look in the mirror I see that I am older, but, not that much older. My dark hair has very few strands of grey (white in my case) and I do not color it. My body has a few more aches and pains, but, I still run up and down stairs with no trouble. I do not remember my parents running up staircases when they were this age. They seemed older. Course they had four bratty children (well three really, as my older sister was more strange then bratty) and my father worked two jobs, so I will cut them a lot of slack. Growing older is okay so far.