Hello again, and today is Wednesday, November 14, 2012. Now I know that I'm a kid and don't have to worry about age yet, but I know that my childish mindset probably won't change much. At forty I'd still be the one to let out a grin worthy of the Cheshire Cat and a good laugh when I hear potty humour. When I'm fifty I most likley would have the same habits I've had for as long as I can remember. Eating much too much, sleeping much too little, and biting my nails down to the stubs. At sixty I'd be laughing at all the people around me wanting the secret on how to be young again while I'd still be acting like an energetic teen. Then at the deathbed I'd act my age, not because I would choose to, but because by then the kid in me would be satisfied. Until then my given age, not my true, younger age would be the false one.
As always,
ZenMercury,
Keep calm, and I suggest being a carefree kid for life, you never see young kids being stressed out.
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