How young were you when you became old?

At what age do we become old?

The first time in my life I remember being aware of aging, I was just three or four years old. I was with my favorite aunt, and I adored her. I’d do anything in the world for her. On this day she pulled me onto her lap and asked me, “Just stay this size forever.” In that moment, I felt conflicted. On the one hand, I wanted to please her, and I liked being lap-sized. On the other hand, I knew the futility in it. I was going to get older. I was going to get taller. I was going to grow up. Even though I felt a little guilt for it in the moment, I wanted those things. I wanted to mature and try new things and go new places and experience life.

The second time in my life I remember being aware of aging, I was at my ten-year high school reunion. After shrugging off the less than inspired styles and haircuts of the early nineties, people looked considerably sleeker and put together. While I was looking into the faces of those former classmates and trying to remember which person sat behind me in geometry and which person was in show choir with me, a guy who I knew from kindergarten through high school said something that surprised me.

“Well,” he said, “we’re old now.”

We were 28. That to me didn’t feel old at all. In fact, I was at a point where I felt more in control of my life than ever. The year before I’d made a renewed effort at working out and eating more fruits and vegetables. I had loads of energy. I was feeling at the top of my game. Old was not a top descriptor as far as I was concerned.

Since that night, I’ve heard people much younger than me call themselves “old.” And it’s never in a good way. It never means to say, “Oh, I’m feeling wizened, mature, experienced, and secure.” It generally is meant to say, “I am tired, haggard, and not what I once was.”

As for the last one – well, yes, I’m not as I once was. But just as my three-year-old self would have felt a 20-year-old was old, that doesn’t make it so. And just because I’m not 18 anymore doesn’t make me old either. To the college students I pass on the sidewalk, if they think about me a moment, maybe to them I’m old. But to the folks I see coming out of the senior center, probably not so much. Old is relative.

If I had decided I was old at 28, that would mean that if I live to be 90, I’d spend 62 years being old. That’s an awfully long time to be old and an awfully small percentage of time to be young. And is that it? Is it just a step, an invisible line that we cross over? I’m young. I’m not so young. And now I’m old?

In our culture, it’s no surprise that youth is put on a pedestal. The picture of beauty in magazines and movies is young and wrinkle-less. But why? I wouldn’t say that there is a flaw in being 3-years-old or a flaw in being 18-years-old or a flaw in being 38-years-old. They’re all different. At some points in my life, I’ve felt happier and lighter and full of possibilities. At others I’ve felt more weighed down and full of doubts. But it doesn’t follow some kind of linear path of aging. It’s chaotic. It’s up and down. There are peaks and valleys and highs and lows.

With every age, with every year, with every moment we have the power to decide who we are and what we represent. Maybe someday I will get old, but I’m going to put that off for a while. There’s too much life to savor instead.

Image Credit: Photo by David Busch 

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Hello!  I’m Cadry Nelson, a vegan food & lifestyle writer.  My aim is to help others live their most compassionate lives and dispel misconceptions about what it means to be vegan.  When I’m not in the kitchen, you’ll find me in the pottery studio making hand-built ceramics or out on the hiking trail.  Visit me at, on Facebook, Twitter, or YouTube, and find me at .


  • I am 42 years old, and feel (and look) younger than I did at 30, when I was out of shape and my job was working me to death. I agree, it is all about how you choose to feel. 🙂

  • Well this was timely, appearing on my husband’s 55th birthday! 🙂 I
    agree that age is as much a quality of mind than anything – when you can be
    curious and active and engaged with life, then no matter how many
    birthdays or wrinkles or gray hairs or pairs of reading glasses you may
    have, you are young. (And of course it helps to take good care of yourself through a healthy lifestyle!) I’ve always loved this Rudyard Kipling line: “Youth
    had been a habit of hers for so long that she could not part with it.”

    • What a great quote! It definitely brought a smile to my face. Thank you for sharing it! And happy birthday to your husband!

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