When I was twenty-one (almost forty years ago) my aunt asked me to pick up some cigarettes for her at the store. They carded me (even then, you had to be eighteen). My reply was "If I have to get out my ID, I'm going back to get some beer and make it worth the effort."
Throughout my thirties and forties, I was always mistaken for someone ten to fifteen years younger. Now, my almost totally grey hair gives away my true age.
Reg45, I know what you mean. Just the other day I went into a supermarket to see my "adopted" daughter ( I kept both of her kids when they were little, they're now 17 and 21), but I digress.........anyhoo, it's been awhile since I saw her and she immediately asked me if I streaked my hair and I told her no, I didn't do it, Mother Nature did it for me. We both had a good laugh. I love that cigarettes and beer story...that's a hoot! Quick thinking on your part! Well, life goes on and my only regret was not appreciating my youth when I had it. I look back now and all the faults I thought I had (physically) weren't that bad after all. *~*