I can remember running up and down the stairs to our apartment over the store when I was young. My mother’s voice still rings in my ear as she yells at me to slow down before I break my neck. I thought she was SOOOO old to not be able to race up and down those stairs at will, sometimes taking two steps at a time.
Now I go down the stairs in my house at night to let my dogs out before we go to bed and between me and the dogs, the trip takes a good five minutes as we carefully move our old bones so as to cause no pain, falls or broken necks.
Youth… how the hell did I ever let it get away so quickly?