“I wish I was young again,” said my aged companion Crisp as we ate our lunch beside the road to Norfolk.
Crisp had grown old gracefully and when I asked her what prompted that thought she looked over at the young girl sitting at the edge of the pond dangling her feet in the water.
“Some days I wish I could still do what I could when I was her age,” she replied a hint of wishful thinking in her voice. “Look at her, not a care in the world, if I sat there I doubt I could get up.”
We were both aging and ached and whinged from time to time but we tried to limit our complaining to once a week. But seeing the young flitting around always seemed to bring on the morose in Crisp.
She looked away, remembering, and took another sip of her tea.
Written for: https://crimsonprose.wordpress.com/2019/05/01/crimsons-creative-challenge-25/
Morpethroad 
Oh, to be young again!
Indeed
👍
Liked that take. Yea, age does take its toll.
As I’m discovering 😉
Repeat: regular squats. That’s for starters. Invest in an exercise ball. Great fun. Doesn’t feel like exercise at all 🙂
I Did have one at one stage.
They’re great. It doesn’t feel like you’re exercising. Sit on it, bounce, rock side to side. A brilliant way to subltly tweak every tiny core muscle. Though I still have a problem with a misaligned sacro-iliac joint thanks to some snowdrops three winters back!,
This is so heartfelt. I love this💕
Thanks Ramyani for your lovely comment
My pleasure 💕
Ahh Crisp, I commiserate with you. Today with the rain, my knee is really ‘giving me gyp.’
I watch all those younguns crouch, and pop up like nothing… I hate them.
Poor Crisp. Do help her up and tell her how wonderful she looks. it will work to your advantage in the long run.. 😉
Lets see what this week brings us.