Turning 60
I have been meaning to write this for ten months. It is time to get it done. Over the years I have heard many people talk about turning a certain age that greatly affected them. For some, it was thirty. For others, it was 40 or 50. For me, it was without a doubt 60. There are various reasons I suppose, but sixty, more than any other age, really hit me. For the first time, I saw myself as old in looks and in my mind. The closest to 60 for me was 18. It was for completely different reasons though. An old girlfriend threw me a surprise 18th birthday party. Back then 18 was big in New York State because it was the legal drinking age. The party was great but it turned out to be the end of an era for myself and my high school friends. I only saw a few of them again. the issue for me though was immaturity. I had already been in college a month and quite frankly I was confused and lost. It came out in anger, jealousy, and pettiness brought on by my age. Some of it was just being a you