I will turn 50 this year, gasp* gulp*
I remember when I was around 13 I made a pact with a friend. "If I am not dead by 25 promise that you will kill me" she agreed as long as I promised the same in return because we did not want to get old and mean and wretched.
Thankfully she did not come after me, nor I her but now I face the challenge of getting old.
This is my last year in my 40's. By 50 I guess I could be called old. That is a terrifying word in this country. Nothing is as bad as old to me. Why? This is my challenge to stay young in mind, body and soul and debunk this fate worse than death.