like. For some reason, the “I” of me stopped changinginside way back then. Call it a Peter Pan complex, butI have never aged a day since, at least as to who Ifeel I am on the inside. Something or someonestopped growing older. What was that all about?Then it was mentally just a hop, skip, and a jump towondering if some inner cord snaps for each of us,not at the age-old end of life, but right in the middle,somewhere in our prime. It is like a kind of death, andan ensuing immortality that appears to remainunchanging. I grant you this may sound kind of nutty,but as I pointed out, I have no other explanation. Thisis a real question for me. Perhaps some of youreading this can enlighten me?If I want to get maudlin I can say I am a 25-year oldtrapped in a 71-year old body, but that is not how Itend to think of it. What I do entertain is that a certain‘kind’ of death happens smack in the middle andprime of life, after which we don’t change. In someways we are immortal. Furthermore, I believe thatthose who claim to be born again, mostly evangelicalChristians, are just those of us who become aware ofwhat happened to them, of what I am talking abouthere. And it happens to all of us.Thankfully, I happen to like being 25-years old, sincethat was more or less a banner year for me. I don’tfeel like forty, fifty, sixty, or seventy years old. I am 25.Ok, color me crazy. I can live with that. But before youwrite me off, ask yourself what age do you feel youare? You might be surprised. My guess is that thishappens to each of us and that it is only theawareness of this change that is lacking, so just takea good look at yourself. How old are you?