Seniors, Seniors Super Super Seniors!?

Happy ain't the word to use. It is totally inadequate. Sublime doesn't quite describe it either. "Happy as a hound dog with a coon up a tree " comes pretty close. " Happy as a possum eating persimmons " is even closer. " As happy as my wife when the dance is over because the dance is over " pretty much describes how I feel about finally reaching Seniorhood.

I'm proud I've lived this long. I don't know if I can honestly say I'm proud. But then I wouldn't want to be 50 again and live through what i did. So. I guess yea, I am proud to be a senior. Hey, I enjoy that 10% discount. HA Donya and I are the same age 2nd

I'm proud of being a senior, heck all of us at an age to be called a senior should be proud of it. Just stop and think what we've seen in our lives. Baby Boomers have seen an awful lot not all of it good, but I bet you can like me find a lot to remember that is really good. We have survived the bad, and hopefully knew enough to enjoy the good. We can pass on to our grandkids tidbits of truths they will never see in print. We were there, we saw it. Who would have ever dreamed in say 1950, that on day we could be sitting at home and talking to people all over on a computer. Computers? Are those the things that it takes up whole rooms sometimes whole buildings? Color TV, cable, wireless phones that you can drop in your pocket. Cars that can park themselves. (I know thats really new). Food you can cook in minutes in microwaves. Medical advances, no more polio, heart transplants, kidneys, lungs, livers. Pills that help keep us functioning for many years passed what was the norm at our time of birth. Rockets, space shuttles, a lab in space. Some wierd little thing digging holes on Mars.

Yeah, I'm proud of being a senior even if my grandson can sure make be feel old when he says things like, "Did they have that when you were young?"

The only gripe I have is, if I knew I was going to live this long I would have taken better care of myself. Yes I am a happy senior, got a few health issues but they are under control. I love being retired, getting up each day and deciding what I will and won't do, best of all, I have a new wife and we are very happy and content with each other. All and all, life is good.

Yes i am happy being the age i am, all the children grown up, and now able to watch the grandchildren growing up, i love looking after them, and watching and hearing the funny things they say and do. I do have some health problems but to me that is just part of getting older, (you start falling apart ha ha) but apart from having them it is nice just to do what you want to do and when you want to do them, and being a widowed at a youngish age for just over 17 years i am my own person, of course there are times when i get lonely without someone, but my family keep me active as i help them by baby sitting, and even though im the age i am in my early 60s inside i do not feel much older than when i got married, and i think if you can do your best to stay young at heart (which i am) then life is wonderful

I find that being a senior I had a much better time then the kids today even tho I grew up during the war in England, drugs were not as bad as they are now (Oh we had them I'm sure)

T.V. was family oriented, we did not have to be embarrassed going to the pictures and seeing nude actors and listen to foul language

So yes I am old, but I have good memories, who thought I would live this long

What I don't like about being a senior, is that I made it to this

level, too darned fast! Why it seems like just last year, I was

the age of 55, and already feeling I was not old yet, to qualify

for a senior discount at restaurants and certain stores. And

now that I am more qualified as a senior, I want to know what

has happened to all of those years, that have flitted past, too

darned fast. I don't even remember the 40's or 50's. Maybe if

I think hard enough and long enough, I can find something

that stands out.

I am proud to have seen things on TV and experienced in

life, to know I was part of that generation. I don't have to visit

a museum to remember the things my grandma cooked with,

or used in some way. I was there, and I remember. And I

remember the games I played as a child, that kids today

don't play on the schoolground. Not many kids had toys to

speak of, and what we had, we tried to preserve. Who knew

if our parents would give us a toy, or clothes for Christmas.

Clothes were a necessity, and our parents were not frivolous

spenders. We learned to make our days count, when we'd

play outside. Our moms would see us only for mealtimes, and

we'd be out the door again. Either racing or riding our bikes,

or skating on our driveways, or doing hopscotch or ball games in the street. We never had to worry about

that many cars coming by. Especially if our dads were all

home from work. They were home to stay for the day and

night. So neighborhood streets were fairly safe to play in.

It seems that I landed as a senior pretty darned hard. I

can't begin to believe, that so many years have gone by, and

I have so little to show for them. But like most seniors, I do

have stories to tell. But who wants to listen? I know my

daughter has never had an interest in my youth, or my adult

life as her mom. But then, I am guilty of never asking my mom

that much about her life either. Now I wish I had. And of my

grandparents' as well. I never thought to ask my grandmother

how she even met my grandpa. And now all of my elders are

gone. I think it's important, that we pass along some things

about ourselves to our children, or grandchildren. Surely

someone is interested, before it's too late!

I miss being on the sports board lists.I cant say I am particularly proud of being a senior...proud is to achieve and this just happened. I am content enough however, it has its advantages.

Glad, more than proud. Very glad to have lived this long, regardless everything hard on the way. Learned in the hospital how arbitrary even the best skills and efforts and equipment and knowledge still leave living potluck and serendipity. Very glad.

I tickled pink I made it this far...being a product of the 60's with Nam going on and riots in the street, it was touch and go there for quite some time.