Fandango’s Provocative Question #71

How old are you* and how old do you feel — older or younger than your actual chronological age? Do you generally act your age? And what does “acting your age” mean to you?

I have just turned 63, I feel both older and younger than my actual age.

Actually, I have no clue what 63 is supposed to feel like. Physically I know I am aging. I have aches and pains. I can get down on my knees but getting back up again is not so easy. I can’t stand on a chair. However, on the inside, I don’t feel a lot different. I just have a lot more life experiences.

Do I act my age? In some ways. I’m nostalgic for the past. I don’t spend a lot of time with young people. I like their music and taste in fashions about as much as my mother liked my generation’s music and fashions. That’s right, not at all. So I guess in that respect I am typical of many of the older generation.

On the other hand, I get a lot of pleasure from things that some other people in my age group don’t seem to care much about. I don’t think Christmas is just for kids. I enjoy the gift-giving and all the traditions associated with it. I still enjoy celebrating my birthday. I like blowing out birthday candles, it just takes more effort. If I go to a funfair I will ride on the carousel. I don’t think I am too old to play with toys.

I don’t think acting your age means that you can’t have fun or that you have to stop doing things because other people think they are a waste of time. If acting your age means not being able to find joy in life I’m not growing up. It always makes me sad when I hear people telling their kids they are too old for toys.

I do think that by the time we get older we should have learned how to act appropriately though. By that, I mean by not throwing a tantrum like a two-year-old if something doesn’t go our way or picking fights with others like a schoolyard bully. It is embarrassing to see an adult behaving like a toddler in public.



I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband, David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. Currently we have five pets between us. Naomi's two dogs Toby and Teddy and cats, Tigerwoods and Panther and my cat Polly. My dog Cindy passed away aged 16 in April 2022.


  1. Hmm. In my head, I’m still in my twenties, the aches and pains remind me I’m in my fifties. 63 – just think of it as 21 again. When my Nanna was 63, she said “I’m 21 three times”
    I’d describe myself a “a big kid who never grew up” but for the record, I’m only 5ft 2″ lol. I was a good child and didn’t usually throw tantrums and I’m not argumentative now. There’s no need for people to make a spectacle of themselves in public (like the above mentioned does on a daily basis)

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