32 years ago, I was born. My mother was 32.
I have her hands, her gray hair (if I wasn't dying it), her love of a bargain.
If you are only as old as you feel, sometimes I feel OLD. Did my sisters warn me I would feel this way? Rumor has it, my limbs and eyes and ears will be failing even more in my 40s.
I'm ok with thirty-something.