I would be the age that I am now, 63. I have discovered something that you will not know until you get to the, oh maybe 62 level. And you won’t KNOW till you get there. It makes me sad to see/hear about what a big swivet you all are in because you cannot be 39, or 42, or 29 again. Wonderful things happen; and you don’t know till you get there. Living in the past prevents that luminosity from happening. Hint: Your own wisdom will begin to unfold; and the other side of that coin is equally as relaxing. Thank you. Ladye Eugenia Stewart, Ojai, CA.

40 was fabuluous for me.

And Zelda.

When thinking about an answer it’s hard to come up with a age. Other than the age I am now, I would have to say between 23 and 28. I had a great time. Felt that great youthful energy - the power of my own abilities and that the world and life had a lot to offer me. I jumped in and explored, worked and danced. An abundance of fun coupled with the joy of freedom. Many ages had something to teach me, but I am comfortable with now. There is a satisfaction in it.

35 - forever 35!

I must be the oldest fogey contributing to this site. I’m 81 years old and happily so. I’ve had a wonderful life - with various highs and lows. Married to the same wonderful man for 61 years. Blessed with excellent health, I feel much younger than I am. I am in better health than 3 of my 4 children. I would gladly take their pain if it were possible. A friend of mine once said “Be careful what you wish for, Arlene”. But I would exchange places with them in a nanosecond, it it were possible. Recently we suffered the tragic loss of two great-grandchildren just 5 weeks apart. One was 19 years old and the other a newborn. That was the most difficult ordeal I’ve endured. You see a lot in 81 years. Overall, I’ve had a marvelous life. Most days I feel probably in my 50’s. I enjoy this website tremendously and appreciate being able to take part. You ladies always have such wonderful comments. Have a lovely day.

Y’know, the first time I sent an e-mail, I thought, “This is so freaky! I felt connected and isolated at the same time. And it’s like that here. Like we’re all a bunch of disembodied spirits, and we can show up at any age we like and project ourselves into the thread. I looked Barack Obama in the eyes the other night. I wonder how old I seemed to him. I didn’t find him sexy. And I now disagree with all the pundits who credit all the youthful enthusiasm of his constituency to Obama’s charisma. There’s nothing charismatic about him. But there are so many young people from single parent families voting in this election. And they are so excited to see “one of their own” really ascend. It’s a poll they’ll never take. But all these children of the ‘70’s believe in him. They may admire Senator Clinton, too, but she just does not represent a new beginning to our kids like he does. He probably felt like his I.U. rally was dead as a door nail compared to some others. But he squeezed my fingertips and looked me in the eye and I said, “Don’t you break my heart.” And he said, “You know I won’t.” Not the slightest sexual transaction, but a straighforward, albeit fleeting, exchange. Can’t take that away from him. I’m just glad I wasn’t 25 and worried about my hair.

I’m 53. Some days I feel younger some days I feel older. More so younger….around early 40’s?

30, that’s when my boobs were looking their best!!!!

I don’t know. I have never had a good handle on age. Not my age or how I’m supposed to act. I used to have them all memeorized, the ways I was supposed to act, but now I’ve forgotten them all. I can’t tell how old people actually are. I keep forgetting how old I am. But when I’m happy, I think it’s an odd year and when I’m sad, I think it’s an even year. Inside I feel timeless.