I’m 36 and someday I will think of myself as 36. For some reason my brain is stuck on 25, I always think of myself as 25. I don’t have any hang-ups about getting older, part of me somehow stopped counting and I don’t know why.

Occasionally my five-year-old daughter will do or say something that quickly sends the number 36 shooting toward my face, skidding to a stop right before it hits my nose. In the past it has been things like her surprise that she couldn’t view a photo on back of my parents film camera. I’ve since replaced it for them with a digital model. She was also surprised that some phones have a cord and the mention that everything was in black and white when my dad was a kid.

The recent reminder of my age was Danni talking about the now-long-gone 20th century. She simply said “was that way back in the nineteens?” That really made me feel old.

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