You fucked. What else? You ate, and you shat. You conceived. Which brings me to my actual question: Why I before E except after C? Why?! Gnaarrrhhhh!
We didn’t feel our hearts beat when we climbed the hill. And we were idiots. That’s about it, kids, in a bloody fucking nutshell. Otherwise, there’s hardly a difference between being young and old. Experience makes you a tiny little bit wiser (a really, really tiny bit), and your body isn’t blessed with adamantine health anymore. It’s not better, or worse, it’s just different. You’ll still be a fool. You won’t have less problems, or more. You won’t love or hate yourself any more or less than you did… if you’re lucky you’ll be faintly aware of why, but only faintly, because you will also have realized that it doesn’t matter. All that, or you’ll end up a grumpy old cynic like myself.