Chin up old people! If we were living 200 years ago, at 28 you would have a bunch of kids (a few of them considered grown) and possibly grandkids if you married off your daughters at thirteen or fourteen. Then you'd be hunched over your needlepoint at the end of a day in which you had worked like a slave grinding your own flour, or some such nonsense, pondering what you are going to do in a few years when your nest is empty. Those of you in your forties would be really old and probably dead within ten years or so. Infantile youth is a relatively new luxury.
I'm feeling really old lately. Am I really having my second child? Am I really 24? (Having kids makes that number seem a lot higher, by the way.) I see myself getting older and it feels so surreal. Like I'm watching someone else's life. That being said, I'm so grateful not to be 17 or 21 anymore. I hope I'm getting smarter.
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And now Harry, let us step into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure! - Albus Dumbledore
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