My oldest grandson learned that it was my birthday, and he was happy to come over and have cake and ice cream. He was eight years old at the time. As I opened gifts, he came over and sat down next to me, as excited about the presents as I was.
Then, he asked me how old I was. I told him that I was 40! He immediately looked scared, and with tears in his eyes, he asked, “Are you going to die?” Everybody laughed, thinking it a silly question. But I realized that to his young mind, 40 was ancient. Taking him in my arms, I assured him that I wasn’t going to die. He and I still laugh about it.
Written for the Tell Me a Tale in 120 words, exactly, from Ranting Along, March 7, 2019: a funny event in your life.