When you start mixing with other children (mainly relatives and parents friends’ kids), 10 seems like an eternity away and 20 is ancient. Then when we make it to double figures, 3 seems terribly young to trail around following us, ancient is now 25.
When we hit our teens and the hormones really kick in we start to notice the visible differences between the sexes, at this age for a lad, girls of a certain age really look appealing and lust comes oozing out of our pores. This has to be dealt with in one of two ways, bumbling attempts to have sex, or you hear of a fierce rivalry with the school next door and join in.
In our 20’s, middle age starts at 40, by 50 you’re over the hill and the time before retirement makes you cynical. Before you can get over the hangover from turning 21 you’ve lost a decade and now you’re 30. Where did those 10 years go? But now you notice the years are passing by quicker and quicker, by now you’ve settled down and have children of your own.
40 comes around so quickly now and the children hit their teens. Unlike in our day, they stay around the house with games consoles and online competitors. Did we really help to create a generation of couch potatoes? Political correctness means it is now a criminal offence to hit a child under any circumstances. This, in my humble opinion, has led to the decline of respect shown to the older generation (now us) and those elderly people in our midst. For those of us who have turned 60 life seems to get harder every day. Walking around the house is a painful chore, going any further and we have to stop quite often to catch our breath.
Now we really can’t see the passage of time, years seem like days used to, you seem to be living in a glass bubble while the Earth rotates ever faster. Blink and now, in your 70’s things go noticeably wrong, knees and hips get replaced, your stomach has more than doubled in size since you turned 40, was that really only 30 years ago? Well no, you didn’t notice but you are now 75. Your children only call round to drop their kids off for a little while so they can be allowed to have some time to themselves. Your older grandchildren start calling round to make sure you’re okay and not too bored, now you sit back, relax and wonder why youth is wasted on the young. You turned 90 two years ago and next week you’ll be 93. Where is the time going. You notice that friends don’t call around and when you ask about Brian you find out he died 25 years ago. Now your mind is really coming into its own, you remember things from centuries ago but can’t remember why you walked into the kitchen five minutes ago.
You wonder where everyone has gone, as you slowly and peacefully feel your body relax, no pain, no panic, no reason to wonder. Your family call round to see what you’ve left, if anything at all. You’re better off out of it, as at last you can sleep.