Well, if the basis were the days we have spent here on earth, I am probably older than you are.
But if you look at it in another way, we might be of the same age. When people asked me years ago what I wanted to be when I grow up, I wasn't able to tell them anything because there was nothing to tell. I was so happy where I was at at that time that I didn't think I'd be rather somewhere or someone else.
I was already old at that time. Aged, maybe. I didn't have any dreams because I felt I already attained my happiness. I've got my toys with me. I've got my parents with me. I was enjoying the company of my baby brother (baby then). I have my sister with me who sometimes I could pester to my heart's content. And most of all, I've got my books with me. I had it made... just like an old retiree.
But 15 years or so later, I am so restless. It's like I've got to be somewhere or I've got to do something. I can't seem to sit "still" without brainstorming of things to do. I don't even have to sleep that very long. A short deep nap will do (since my baby keeps me awake most of the time). I wanted to do so many things.
I was young again.
If somebody dares to ask me "What do you want to be when you grow up?", I think she'll get a lot of answers from me. I have again started dreaming about the future. I feel that life is ahead of me and there's a game I have to play... but not necessarily win. I just need to play.
I feel young again.
All of these thanks to my baby. She made me want to be more than what I am right now.