My grand grandma used was 98 when she died. Before that she would push the other people in the nursing home around in their wheelchairs. She said she felt so sorry for these “old people” (they were about 30-40 years younger than her.
I tell my children one of my bucket list goals is to live to 101, because I want to dance at my 100th birthday. So, I have 65 more years of annoying people. :) Or, that was the plan. Last year, my birthday was so horrible that I have decided to have no more birthdays. That will make me 36 forever. Yay!
Growing old is mandatory...
Growing up is optional.
(words I try to live by...and most of my friends say I succeed at)