I must say, though I'm just beginning, really, to see that ageing is not fun, I'm not sure I'd like to go back to all the angst and anguish of my teens. I really enjoyned being a teenager, but that side of it wasn't fun and I'm not sad to be rid of it.

Which brings to mind two things I don't like about ageing. I still vividly remember being 15 or so and how wonderful it all seemed to have life ahead. I LOVED life (some of the time). Experience and age tend to make you more cynical and jaded which is a shame.

The other thing is that all my life since I was about 14 one of my chief joys has been the opposite sex. Being a relatively attractive female I guess, I could look at all the fit young men and they would look back, or come and talk or try to get off with me or whatever. Now I look at the fit young men, some of whom are young enough to be my sons, and feel that they would be horrified if they knew the thoughts in the head of the old woman over there. It's a hard lesson to learn.

Love Lynne