...since I've been mistaken for a child!
I have always appeared younger than I really am. I can remember when I was 6, people thinking I was 3 or 4. When I was 12, we met a long lost relative in the store, and for some reason, she wanted to guess how old I was. She stood there, looking at me, and was saying, “s…” when my dad interupted and said I was 12. Later my dad said she was probably going to say “sixteen”. Nice try, Dad! Most likely she was just about ready to say "Six" or at the best, "Seven".
And then, when my husband and I were dating (I was 23 at that point), we were asked if our dinner was going to be one adult and one child. Um, no. Kevin says he should have said yes, in order to save money! Hahaha… Also while dating, we had gone to see Kevin’s mom. My flight left the day before his did, and when we went to the airport to check in, the lady asked if I was an unaccompanied minor. Negative. When the lady found out how old I was, her face turned beet red! In order to fly as an unaccompanied minor, one has to be under the age of 12.
Again, when I was 26, and flying alone, Kevin was asked if I was flying as an unaccompanied minor. Nope. I’m still capable of boarding the plane on my own. The fact that I was goofing off with the self-checkout screen may or may not have contributed to the fact that the gal thought I was a kid. LOL
On our flight home from our vacation, we were sitting in one of the exit rows on the plane. The flight attendant asked me, “You look so young. May I ask you how old you are?” In order to sit in the exit row, one has to be 15 or older. I’m progressing. I now look older than 12, but not quite 15!
I do suppose that I will appreciate this when I’m 60, and people are asking me if I’m in my 30’s. *Smiles*