Last night a nineteen year old kept insisting her and I were the same age until I told her how old I was, and then refused to believe that I'm not younger than my sister even though I'm nearly a decade older. It never fails to amuse me how teenagers are almost as bad as children when it comes to guessing someone's age. But I met an old classmate during a screening today who I didn't recognize at all until she told me so, although she recognized me and remembered an odd number of details from way back when. She told me I look exactly the same as when we last met. I'm not sure how to take that. The last time we saw each other, I was twelve..