Originally Posted by: LordathestringsWhen I was a kid, I could not imagine living past the age of 30. Really. I just couldn't picture anything happening past that point.

So I wasted most of my 29th year counting down to my 30th Birthday. And I woke up that morning not feeling any different. And life went on. For two years.

Then I rode eastbound out of the setting sun into the side of a southbound car whose driver was blinded by that sunset. I woke up in hospital. I thought that not only was I two years late in dying, but I had somehow failed to do so. And life went on.

I still ride a 1200 cc sport bike.

When its your time, you die.

Not before then.

Not after.

The moment is structured thus.

That's interesting. I can't picture anything in my life happening beyond the age of 17. And I turn 17 in just over a month.

By the way, LatS, I notice you broke the 5,000 barrier. Congratulations. Maybe there's hope for us all after all. :)