When do we get old? is it at a specific birthday? Is it something we do, or is something which happens to us? We're about to have a baby, is that what makes me now old? Or was it when I first began to subscribe to the newspaper. Perhaps it's the reading of the newspaper which defines the passing of time for us. Perhaps it is in the simple reading of the news, walking out to the curb in the morning, in slippers, with the dog on the porch watching, which begins the adulthood process.
I'm not sure when the process starts, or what defines one as an adult. But, I suppose I'm there.
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