I knew it was inevitable that the body would age as time passed. I knew that someone who had lived for 60+ years was getting older. I recognized that my skin has lost its elasticity and my hair its youthful shine. I knew all of these things but I did not realize that I was OLD.
I was there for the Vietnam War. There were college protests, sit-ins, moratoriums, draft card burnings, peace talks. We wore the peace symbol, flashed the peace sign, and kept a daily tally on the peace talks. We believed in making love not war, communes and Earth Day, flower children, love, honesty, and truth.
I wore white lipstick, love beads, tie died T-shirts, bell bottoms, mini-skirts, hot pants, go-go boots. I was there for the first topless bathing suit and when Sputnik circled the Earth for the first time.
I related to Hair, Godspell, Jesus Christ Superstar and Jimi Hendricks. I remember the Studebaker and the Edsel, and watching one small step for man and a giant leap for mankind.
I realize that all these memories prove I have lived for a long time, but I did not realize that I was OLD until recently. This blog will discuss those things that make me feel old now.