I have a friend who believes that there comes an inevitable point when you’re old that the brain begins to deteriorate at the same rate that it developed in the first years of your life. It’s a ridiculous notion to my mind, but I cannot disabuse her of it.
It reminds me of a California joke about aging: “I’m the avocado of people. While you wait and wait for me to mature enough to be enjoyable, I sneakily transition into a disgusting mess.”
After losing most of my 20’s to depression and drift, I went back to college to college at 30 to get my degree. During the only year I attended the small college in the Central Valley, they put in a surfaced track.
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