I am NOT old

When I was young, older people were, well, old.  So-and-so's mom was old.  They had old people's church callings.  They had old people's jobs.  They drove old people's cars, like mini-vans.

I was at a baby shower for a friend today in my old neighborhood. Most of the people are the same from when I lived there.  And they all look exactly the same as when I was itty bitty.  

And I won't add up the years because then I would realize that when I was young, they were... my age now.  It would be too heart-wrenching.  I realize that and then I cry.  Then I wonder who thinks that I am old.

I don't feel old.