:) ah ha ha ha. That is brilliant Sea, please digress away :)
People always ask me if I miss being young(er), as I appear to be younger so I have to convince people I'm actually a real grown up. As a teacher I was often mistaken for a student.
......miss being young(er)?
How do you explain the joy of an anecdote?
The way experiences live on and grow in their recounting?
The confidence that experience lends to your words, actions and deeds?
The countless hours of joy that are stored in memory, awaiting to awaken fresh smiles as you recall/recount the joy of success or the folly of youth?
Or even just the difficulty a fricking slim bit of paper, a crutch and some ground up weed can cause :clown: I love that sea, please digress often.