My age of 72 is just a number. I still think of myself as a snot-nosed kid.
Years ago I was camping at the Banana River Resort in Florida. One day a car pulls up, three guys get out, all aged 93. They could barely walk. Beth let them keep their gear rigged and ready on her property. They hobbled over, got out their gear (big sails and longboards), helped each other get their gear to the water.
Then they slowly uphauled, looked at each other, smiled, sheeted in, and KAPOW,