I guess I would’ve had to sing “Copacabana.”

On my way to work this morning, the radio station’s morning show was discussing age. Specifically, the moment that you officially felt old.

One girl called in and said that she’s 27 and she thinks that everything is downhill after 21. Because, really, at that point, what is there to look forward to?

Wow. I don’t even know what to say about that.

I’ve certainly had times in my life – yes, my long life of 30 years – when I’ve felt old. But after listening to the people calling the station this morning, I realized that, aside from the weeks leading up to my 30th birthday, I don’t really dwell on my oldness. (What do you know, that’s actually a word. At least according to the Dictionary of Microsoft.)

I can think of a couple times recently when I felt old. One was when I read a blog post about the author’s grandfather dying, and in reference to losing family members, she wrote, “I guess I’m getting to that age…”

All I could think was that I’ve been at that age since I was 12 and my grandparents started dying off. Since then, I have had the pleasure of attending a funeral – on average – once a year. I’ve been at “that age” for a while.

The other recent time I felt old? When Smitty asked me if I had plans for a Friday night, and I answered, “The usual.” And I wasn’t even embarrassed to admit that “the usual” was an exciting evening full of Wife Swap and stretchy pants.

How about you? Have you ever had a moment when you felt old? Perhaps when watching the American Idol contestants sing songs from the years they were born…years you (okay, I) remember living through?