One day, when my mother was about 75, she told me that inside she was still an 18-year-old girl. She said that her body got old, but her mind refused to believe it.

When I think about how she kept her house nice, how she cared about all the children in her neighborhood, and how much she looked forward to her last Christmas, I believe her.

Conclusion: try not to turn into an old grouch. (Have you ever heard of a young grouch?)