I wasn't looking forward to turning 55 because that meant the dreaded word "senior". Senior meant old. I wasn't old. I didn't have white hair, sensible shoes or too many wrinkles. How could a person's identity be determined by an age?
But, because it's impossible to stop time, I turned 55 and I didn't feel any different. Whew! And I learned that some of my favorite restaurants and stores gave a senior discount to those age 55 and older. Hey! That's me! This might not be so bad after all.
The next time I went to one of those restaurants, I proudly proclaimed to the cashier that I was a senior and got a discount. :) She laughed and so did I. Might as well laugh and make the most of it :)
One of my favourite rhymes finishes with these words:
ReplyDelete.... Count your age by friends, not years!
Do you know it?
Cheers,
Jeanneke.
I haven't heard of it but I'll look it up! I like the sound of it!
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