I happen to be fortunate enough to called a baby boomer. I’m 55 years old and proud of it! Fortunate, because I’ve lived through some real wild eras. If 50 is the new 30, I’m the poster child. I grew up in the 60’s, saw the Beatles at Shea Stadium when I was a very early teen, was living in Woodstock during the summer of love, went to some of the greatest rock concerts ever during my 20’s and 30’s, and became an active member of society. Yikes! In other words, I worked and paid taxes! But I am a baby boomer, and because of that title, I am endowed with a certain inalienable right.
That right is to be as young as I feel, and to act that way as long as I can. I’m crazier now than I was when I was in my 30’s. I, like many other boomers succumb to a variant of the Peter Pan Syndrome. I know I grew up, but my mind refuses to get old. There’s plenty of time for that. I still do the same things I’ve done for decades with minimum loss in enthusiasm and dexterity! And yes, I still go to see the same groups that I’ve watched perform for ages. They’ll give out before I do! Yup, party like a rockstar…as long as I get my full 8 hours of sleep! So sing along, all you boomers out there “Fairytales can come true, it can happen to you, if you’re young at heart” And we are! Ok, I’m quoting Sinatra, he wasn’t a boomer! Maybe I am getting old, at that!
