Hello fellow writer. Happy Account Anniversary. Sigh, aging happens to the best of us and I suppose it is a blessing compared to the alternative. When I read the word 'stumble' in the first verse I winced since I tend to do that as if it was a reflex like breathing. I miss those days when said stumble became a mighty leap instead. Nothing is a slingshot any more, but I do remember that feeling of exhilaration when I did jump. "Ten foot tall and bullet proof." That sums up childhood. Anything and everything is possible. Ah, the good ol' days when our bodies feared nothing and had no idea of future aches and pains. I like the imagery you describe. "I'm no quitter though." Yes. Life is not finished it has changed and we adapt. Yes, look towards the horizon where the tomorrows arise. "Little young I'll always be, little old? No, I'm vintage." We are nothing if not a compilation of our memories, our experiences, our choices. I like this. We are vintage which denotes value. Aging isn't so bad, is it? We have time to reflect and give thanks. "Twinkle, twinkle in my eyes." We still notice our environment and our people. Thanks for sharing.