By the time we met the doctor I was convinced everything was fine and almost asleep from exhaustion and pain. The doctor measured my pulse and his face dropped. He asked the nurse to do the same and her face dropped too.
Since I turn 25 next weekend, I thought I'd do some light research into quarter-century bucket lists. Not that I'm dying (physically), but it's always good to know what you should have achieved by now.
I actually think we can choose our age. We can be as childlike as we want or as 'grown up'. We can play whatever side of us we want to. Society has conditioned us to think if we are young we are free and when we get old we become tied down.