How Old Is Too Old? (standard:humor, 902 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Mar 07 2015	Views/Reads: 2220/1718	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I am not old; I am just mature for my age.

One of my grandchildren asked me quite a penetrating question this week.
Everybody knows how perceptive these little people are, especially when 
they are around big people. I am all for questions and answering 
questions and that sort of thing. Sometimes, however, the question 
crosses the wrong line. 

“Grandpa,” one of the little people asked, “how old are you?” 

One thing I have adhered to throughout life is to always tell the truth,
which has been a great challenge. 

Before I was married, there was no problem about always telling the
truth. I always got in trouble if I did not tell the truth and so my 
practice has been to always tell the truth, no matter how difficult it 
might be and no matter who it might hurt. 

Then I got married. Growing up I did not have much interaction with
people of the opposite sex. Actually, they made me nervous every time I 
was around them. What do you say? What do you talk about? After all, 
girls are not boys. 

After being married for several years, I was presented with a question I
was in no way prepared for. We were going to a banquet and just before 
leaving the house, my wife looked at me and said, “Does this dress make 
me look too fat?” 

Where was my father when this question was posed? He never prepared me
for such questions. 

I really did not know what to say. Truth, as everybody knows, can be
relative, especially when you are related to the one who was asking you 
the question. When it comes to clothing and fashions, I am completely 
outclassed. 

After I got over being stunned by this question posed to me by my wife,
a wonderful thought hit me. I looked at her and simply said, “I don't 
know about that, but your hair looks beautiful.” 

“Oh,” she said with a smile dancing all over her face, “thank you.” 

Enough said. 

Getting back to the question of the little person, I had to ponder for
quite a while. How old am I, really? 

I am not sure I can really answer that kind of a question. It all
depends upon your definition of old. When I was in my 20s, someone my 
current age I consider old. Now that I am this age, I have a different 
understanding of the word old. 

How old a person is, has nothing to do with the year of his or her
birth. The one thing my father did tell me about people of the opposite 
sex is, “Never ask a woman her age.” To the best of my knowledge, I 
have kept to that standard. 

“So, grandpa,” the curious little person asked, “how old are you?” 

When you have a little person whose age is still in the single digits
how do they know anything about age? Most of these little people are 
most anxious to reach that birthday where their age is double digits. 
You realize, single digits only last for nine years and double digits 
lasts the rest of your life! 

This little person looked at me with curiosity all over her face, when a
marvelous and wonderful thought danced into my cranium. I then 
responded, “Well, I am not as old as your grandma.” For the time being, 
that satisfied that little slice of curiosity. 

I quickly excused myself because I was quite certain the little person
was going to approach her grandma with that question and I did not want 
to be in the room. 

With all of the fads and the trends today toward looking younger what is
a person to do. When young we want to look old and when a person gets 
to some magical age, they want to look young. What is the right age? 


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