If I were still who I am, and I did not know my actual age, I would be a very confused person. If I were judging my physical appearance, I think I would guess that I was about sixteen. However, if I were a disconnected brain, floating in a liquid preservative, I would be very conflicted. I think I would think that I was either a very young person, or a very old person. It is hard to picture myself as a middle aged adult.
I am not a childish person, but I am a childlike person. I enjoy very simple things, like coloring, visiting playgrounds, and being barefoot. I always try to see things with the freshness that a young child would see something; unhindered by life experience and opinions.
On the other hand, I like to fancy myself as a person who has gained some wisdom over the years. I would be very well suited as an octogenarian because I would be able to give people advice without being told that I’m too young to know anything about life. I enjoy teaching other people, and I feel that a lifetime’s experience is a valuable commodity to anyone who cares to hear about it.
On the whole, I think that I am an ageless person. Anyway, if I were a detached brain, I would be thinking about things other than my age.
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