A friend of mine recently posted a picture on Facebook of a few her friends crossing a creek (and I think she was in the photo also). All of them over 60 years old and slowly crossing the water with walking sticks. The photo was taken by her 28-year old daughter who easily made a graceful single leap over the entire stream.
The visual hit me. These people were all my peers—all the same over 60 age bracket. Of course, I do not have youthful balance either at this age. Besides the stiff joints and bones a little more brittle these days, my balance has become a wobble at times. I can work on my equilibrium through exercise and yoga (and I do), but it is nothing like my younger years.
Remember how good it felt to run like the wind, arms flailing, jumping over fences, down steep hills. One moment (I was 15-16 years old) sticks in my mind of balancing under railroad tracks on a trestle beam. We were on vacation deep in the woods somewhere in Washington State. High in the air with both arms out, just like a tightrope walker. Not just me, but I dared others to take the walk. We were sweaty with fear, but was it ever exhilarating!
Older, wiser I would never attempt this now. (We would have most certainly been hurt badly, if we fell from that height.) But, I still remember the feeling of being invincible. On top of the world.
[Photograph from Pinterest; author unknown.]