When I walk into a room should my stomach arrive before the rest of me does? No.
Should I still have frown lines when I'm not frowning? No.
Should my hair rebel and decide that it is going to change its color whether I like it or not? No.
Should I be able to sit for a long time without any discomfort because of ample padding? No.
Should I be able to remember seeing The Brady Bunch before it was in re-runs? No.
Should I have trouble reading fine-print? No.
Should I be called "Ma'am?" No.
Should I have a robe that is older than my college aged son? No.
Should I be able to remember when t.v. was in black and white? No.
Should I be able to recall when a quick bowl of popcorn was made on the stove with "Jiffy-Pop" instead of in the microwave? No.
Should I remember a time before PC's, laptops, cell phones, dvd's and i-phones? No.
Should I be able to remember when my first cell phone weighed about 50 pounds and was practically the size of a car, compared to today's cell phones? No.
Should I be able to remember when we didn't have to wear seat belts in cars, when smoking in restaurants and movies and airplanes was allowed? No.
Personally, I don't think I'm the one that's getting older......my memory is.