'68 was a great vintage. Here in Spain everybody who could seems to have been having kids, including myself and the crown prince. Biggest year for kids in the whole 20th century.
38 too, in case anybody got lost.
Fifty
I sure as heck don’t feel like it.
when I was a kid I looked at the calendar and said to myself – “In the year 2000 I’ll turn 45. I’ll be ancient. Practically dead.”
But it doesn’t feel that way at all. Aside from the gout, I feel remarkably like 30. I suspect I’m never going to feel my age.
45
Buncha old farts out there!
Me too.
- But that could change within a year.
It is all in my head, I know. But, you must admit, there’s a certain leeway allowed for men that wasn’t exactly embraced for women in the past. It’s changing, along with medical advances though.
This is probably a GD somewhere. It’s perfectly acceptable for a man to begin or add to his family at a later age than women. Just look at Aaron Spelling. I look around me at Tot Time and feel really old compared to the 25 y/o moms who, if I had had any clue at that age, could’a/should’a been me. In retrospect, I regret waiting so long to have had kids. But on the positive side, I now have a patience with my children that I doubt would have been a strong point at that time. When I was young and a practicing alcoholic (I was very good at it, didn’t really need to practice) I feared having children because I was certain I’d abuse them and end up in jail. I surprise myself sometimes in my patience with them, mostly because I’m an over-the-top impatient person otherwise.
I clearly remember my best friend whose parents were well into their 60’s when she was 21. She had a 45 y/o sister. They were the epitome of the old parents. Odd old-fashioned ideas and ideals. They HATED me, BTW.
20 on the segundo of August. I’m so not ready to be a “real” adult, and yet I’m ready to stop being a stupid kid. Where does that leave me?
considers ruffling NinjaChick’s hair indulgently, rechecks username, decides against it
Don’t worry about it, kiddo. There are no “real” adults. We’re just wrinkly, gray-haired fakers.
uh, right, guys?
I will own up to the faker part, but not the other two. 
Twenty years old last month.
I’m 58 in two months, and have a daughter who turned 10 in April.
We’re both striplings, Sam, by today’s standards. (Now if only I could convince my body of that truth!)
It leaves you in the same boat I am. And I’m 40! :eek:
I’m 28.
I think.
I kinda stopped counting after 25. (hmmm… 2006-1978=28, but my birthday is in September…)
I’m 27.
53, will turn 54 before too much longer. Yet I still feel like I just got out of high school a few months ago. Older folks tell me the feeling never quite goes away completely.
Yesterday I was 51 1/2 years old exactly.
I’m 23 years old.
In hex: 29
Decimal: 41
Octal: 51
Binary: 101001
Hmm. Sounds the best in Hex. I think I’m going to try to grow three extra fingers on each hand.
I’m 56.
Well, I’m assuming that most people’s parents, y’know, did it about nine months before said child was born. Even you, darling mrald. Don’t believe that stuff about a cabbage patch and a goose putting a dew drop under a cabbage leaf and the dew drop turning into a diamond and then the diamond putting a gleam in your father’s eye and reflecting back into the diamond so that the diamond cracked and a baby popped out. Biology is way cooler than that.
My mom, 83 this past Sat., always said: "I never thought of myself as old, until I had to send you a birthday card for your 60th B’day. I CAN’T have a kid who’s 60! she thought. THEN she felt old. For the first time.