Arlene, sorry, but I missed why you think you’re a fogey. I don’t find anything “old-fashioned” about you (not that that’s a bad thing). I lost my cousin, my grandmother, and my aunt in the same two month period when I was 17, and walked into walls for months and months. Be kind to yourself.

I will be 62 in August and very proud of it but I must admit I don’t feel a day over 40. I like being the age I am there is a certain amount of freedom that comes with age that I enjoy. My children are grown and independent. I get to see my grandchildren when I want and send them home. My husband and I will celebrate our 41st wedding anniversery on June 3 and yes the sex is still good. I love being my age.

im 18…until im 81…then maybe i’ll be 19…hmmmmm

Try as I might I can’t pick an age number. I’d retain the mind and memories I have now, at 67, but I’d add a dram or two of the health I enjoyed a couple of decades ago, a bushel of the passion I experienced in my 20s and 30s, a pitcher of the wonder and idealism of my childhood, a cup full of the wisdom I gained during my 40s and 50s through tragedies and separations - all thoroughly blended…and I wouldn’t be much different than I am right now.

I would float back and forth in my 60s. Relationships had been sorted out, children grown, grandchildren growing beyond childhood. Duty did not call and I could think about how to make life work for myself. There are many fine memories of the early years, but no desire to relive them - too demanding, too hard. Now is best.

I’d be 40 knowing what I now know and with skin that was tight and smooth.

I still think of myself as being somewhere in my 30s until I look in the mirror or one of my daughters, sons-in-law or grandchildrem come to visit and I realize I’m 58.

I am 45 in August, but, still feel 35….I liked 35, knowledge, experience and energy….Just need to keep the energy till my 8 year old son is “how old?” :-))

It’s so interesting that most of the posts have chosen an age where they gained knowledge and experience, not one where they were young and beautiful, and I am no different. I am 45 and it was in my late 30’s that I felt confident, stood up for what I believed in more and was less concerned with appearance. It seems that I am not alone in this.

Every morning I get up believing I am 42 and I thumb my nose at the 65 year old women that looks back at me from my bathroom mirror. Then I go to school and spend my day with 11 to 12 year old kids. Ain’t life grand???

I am 39….I feel like I am 23. In my head….I am 16, just wiser. I keep waiting to feel like I am an almost 40 year old, and it just is not happening!!!

I have no idea why it says 1969…