THE PAST IS A FOREIGN COUNTRY...

Something I find extremely unsettling as I get older is that I have comics, records, and toys which I bought over 30 years ago that are in far better shape than I am.  I look at them in their pristine state and marvel at the fact that, while I've grown old and 'dilapidated', they remain mostly unchanged and in the same condition as when I first bought them.  Now I ask you - is that fair?

I've had a good run, seemingly younger than my years for a long time, but recently (well, for quite a while actually) I've begun to notice that when handling a comic or toy, the hands which frame them have started to look old and weathered, and no longer appear to be the same supple, wrinkle-free appendages that I was un-consciously familiar with for so many years.

How about you, readers?  Can you recall when you first fully realised you'd crossed the divide between youth and middle (or old) age, without knowing how you got from one point to the other?  Like death, it sort of creeps up on us unawares - like a thief in the night - and suddenly our youth has deserted us and sloped off to that far away country called the past.  Feel free to wax lyrical in the comments section.     

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