It occurred to me, after I was in bed last night (as these things often do) than another difference between 50 years ago and now is that back then we snarfed down donut holes - such a fun little treat. Now we talk about being "in the donut hole" - not fun at all.
Today another age indicator was brought to my attention. Two of my granddaughters, ages 12 and 13, are having a sleepover with me tonight and we spent a couple of hours at the pool this afternoon. I "swam" (and i do use the term loosely) for about 30 minutes, they were still going strong after two hours. I climbed carefully in and out of the pool using the steps and railing provided for us old folks - once in, once out. They, choosing to ignore steps and ladders, used their arms to hoist themselves out of the pool, then jumped back in. They repeated this performance over and over again. Ah youth.
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