I sincerely hope I never do reach 100... but I've plenty of rock festival/drug/party stories to share.
Even now I can't help myself saying to my own kids about how much more free childhood was for me than it is for most of their friends. Back in the days when you could go out on your Raleigh Chopper bike and play with friends in the woods, without having your parents tracking your cellphone by satellite and texting you constantly. And when you could just go call for your friends and play when you felt like it, because they came home after school (and not to a childminder), rather than having to arrange it weeks in advance around their workng parents' hectic schedules.
IOW, the good old days before childhood was commercialised with parents' full blessing, which was obtained by merciless bombarding through the press, with spurious fears and dangers that, conveniently, "forced" them to buy things in order to circumvent.
I'm male and over 30, FYI.
Preferences: 20% Extravert, 98% Intuitive, 68% Thinker, 17% Perceiving
In the good old days, we used to eat chocolate and whipped cream at the same time and we didn't have to weigh them on the cholesterol count-ometer and get the mechanical voice lecture about eating three weeks' worth of cholesterol in a half hour's gorge session (we are slow eaters because we want to enjoy every delicious mouthful).
I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle and here is my spout. Every time I steam up, I give a shout. Just tip me over and pour me out.