I'm not sure what happened, but once a long time ago I was a very young boy. Then I became a teenager, but still couldn't see any difference when I looked into the mirror. Time continued to pass, and I continued to see the same me, but was surprised when little boys and girls would say, "Mr." when addressing me. Then occasionally I started hearing the word "old" to refer to me. I don't understand it! What happened to the young boy? I'm still young inside! Who is this old man that people see when they look at me? And what are all these wrinkles appearing on my face and around my eyes? Well, today marks the completion of my first 45 years of life. Time sure seems to go by faster now than it did when I was young...