I got old. Not old old. Not like I have grandkids or a hip replacement old. Just old.
I don't actually know how it happened, you know, I still feel 20, occasionally I still feel 5 or 6, but it depends - normally I just act it.
So, step-by-step I've wandered along my journey, not really taking notice of my age, I mean, why would you? You can take it for granted that it changes every year, that the wrinkles are getting a little deeper, and the 'podge' is getting a little.... podgier - why take time out to notice?
Well... this year, right before my birthday I decided to return to an old hobby of mine - radio controlled planes. Time was, I could launch a plane, fly around, wow the people around me, and land it relatively comfortably.
