When my grandmother turned 90 we had a little family celebration. She was pretty senile by then, but her personality had hung together pretty well.

She looked around at us and said
"Am I 90 years old?"
Touching her face gently she went on, "You know, I can look in the mirror or down at my hands and see that I am an old, old woman. But somehow, inside, I still feel like I'm just a young girl."

Janie