I've always thought, mistakenly probably, that I looked quite young. Ok I am now 64, have white hair and a certain amount of wrinkles, but I am very young in thought and deed and I don't dress in crimplene or wear pearls and a twin-set.... However, I got on a Sydney bus yesterday and the driver asked if I had a concession card. OMG ; you could have blown me down with a feather. I thought ' yes, I am old(er) and obviously he saw me as 'old' and now I've got to face up to it'. Delusions of everlasting youth blew out of the window and over Sydney Harbour Bridge. When and how did the 'age' thing hit you?