My husband, Harold, likes to ask kids, “What age do you have to be before you’re ‘old?’” He gets answers all the way from “50” to “a hundred.” I suppose we’re really not old until we reach the age when God has no more for us to do here. Harold sometimes says, “God put me on this earth to accomplish a certain number of things, and right now I’m so far behind, I’m sure I will never die!”