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I have a question for you. What age do you class as old?

This is a number that keeps changing for me over the years.  When I was a child in England, I thought my parents were old, and my grandma ancient.

When grandma died, it was my parents, aunts, and uncles. that were old.  I would say they were in their mid to late 50’s.  The style was suits, or jackets, and trousers for men.  The ladies always wore a dress, or top, and skirt.

Once my parents turned 65, which was retirement age in England, and I was 33, I figured it was my responsibility to help them.  They were old age pensioners.

Turn the clock on to today.  I am 71 years young, workout every day, and go dancing often.  I wear short skirts, bikinis, and tight fitting clothes.  No matter what needs doing, I will attempt it.

My husband is 85, and he says that he doesn’t want to be with those old people.  Yes, you heard right, OLD people.

So back to my question.  What age to you class as old?  My answer is, ‘When you are dead’.  Age is just a number.

 

 

 

 

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  3. I’ve been old for a long time. I sold my 11th motorcycle at age 75. I sold my last bicycle at 80. I’m approaching 82. I walk about a mile every day. I guess I’m old when I can’t get up and around under my own power. I don’t think I’ll be among those going to Mars. Those doing the choosing will probably think I’m too old.

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  8. Thank you Susie for speaking up for many folks over the age of 70. The young at heart spirit and youthful determination and optimism is in your every word. Thanks for the example and the pep talk coach. 🙂

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  9. “Old” is when what other people call you affects you. Getting away from the judgment of others is not only helpful but necessary to realizing the value and importance of The Rest of Your Life… We are not irrelevant at ANY age. “Old” is somebody else’s way of minimizing your wisdom… the heck with them! Be fierce! Be fabulous!

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  11. Haha Like you, the number keeps changing as I age. I actually never use the words, “I’m old.” I agree that it’s just a mindset. There’s no such thing.

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  17. Well, trying to find an answer to this question. I seriously don’t think in numbers, neither for me , nor others. Old has become an negative word in our industrialised society. Elders were honoured and listened too.
    I was always very athletic and for many years into regular gym sessions. Suddenly they bored me, the sun was shining and I realised I could get fresh air and walking ( exercise ) combined.
    Yoga stretches in the morning keeps me supple. So I guess, nature will tell me when handicaps
    happen. Be they physical or mental. Hopefully never the latter.

    Keep happy with your choice

    miriam

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  19. I like your reply. I look forward to a time when “old” is just a word, a word that means, say, 80+, not ghastly, horrible, to be avoided at all costs. Meanwhile we all look to role models like Susie and you to remind us that our last quarter century can be a time of delight.

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  20. Susie, your post clearly inspires heaps of readers and is so bold and positive. But I take a different angle here. I embrace the word “old” because I’m technically old at 79 and want remove the negative connotations from the language we use. I want to be who I am. What’s so dreadful about being old, after all? This is tricky because we all have memories of grandparents etc who did seem ancient at 70. Ńow the word covers decades and scientists subdivide old age into young old, old, fail old etc. Fair enough! It’s all very tricky but thank goodness for you 😊

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  29. I used to think 60 was old. Then when I turned 60, I gave up my corporate job, gave away all my stuff, flew to Europe with all my remaining possessions in my backpack, and have hitchhiked through 13 countries and 5 US states since then. I think I could do this another 20-25 years.

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