There it was, in blue and white this time, another one born after the Olympics in Calgary. Someone else who wouldn't know who Casey and Finnegan were, wouldn't have any memories of the famine in Ethiopia or know of a time before the Berlin Wall came down.
I have a major problem, suffered really only by me and the Three Nephites. I look considerably younger than I really am. I understand that one day I will appreciate this gift, but for right now, it is a annoying.
At least once a week, but probably more than that, someone will ask, "How old are you, Denise?" Followed by a low twenties guess. I smile awkwardly at them and then pronounce that I am 28. A few moments undoubted go by and everyone, EVERYONE revisits the issue and questions my age. "You're really 28?"
I realize that in the real world, amongst adults, age isn't that big of a deal. People could easily be five, eight or even ten years apart and no one would even question the large gap. But in the world of the YSA age is a huge issue. I would guess that 'How old are you?' is most likely the first question asked when meeting someone new.
So I am just going to say it here and now. Yup, I'm 28, but I can still be your friend, whether you are older or younger. It's not as big of a deal as you think it is.
Oh well. Fingers crossed.
As Always,
1 comment:
My sister Cynthia used to get that all the time. No one in her YSA wards believed she was 30. They always looked shocked and amazed. Then they would say "you don't even look 30!" She would always asked what does 30 look like? Do you just fall apart and everything goes south when you turn 30? These young kids these days have no idea about the real world. Silly kids.
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