It’s Not GETTING Old That I Mind

Getting old is okay. It’s necessary, actually, considering the alternative.

But feeling old. Acting old. That…that I don’t like.

I play basketball. Of all the optional activities in life (that is, leaving out stuff like breathing and eating), I think I’ve done more of that than almost anything else, up there with reading and writing. I really can’t remember a time when I wasn’t playing; my parents tell me that almost as soon as I could walk I took a ball and shot it at a chain hung over the door.