You know how you think of people as a certain age, frozen in time, but they just keep on aging, defying all doesn't-the-world-revolve-around-me-ness? Like how I still think of Aunt April as 33 and Aunt Danelle as 27. I don't really know why those ages froze in my mind. Maybe it was the first time I asked how old they were, and then I lost track. Now I'm 27.
And how my sister Melissa is 12 in my mind, because that's how old she was when I moved out. But now she's married and has a baby. Andria is 15, and Cameron 17, the ages when I first met them (I think). Nephew Isaac is 5, and his little brother Xander is 3 (they're actually 7 and 5).
Then there's how people feel an age, when their real age may be something entirely different. I'm been trying to pinpoint what age I feel, and I can't do it. I've tried determining my internal age before, and I couldn't do it then either. What does that mean? I'm not in touch with myself? Or I haven't reached my internal age yet?
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I always think my perfect age is 25. I'm not sure if that's my internal age, but that's what I think of as perfect. And you'll always be 19 to me, Sarah..haha.
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