@ The hell with hills!
I swear the day before I turned 40 I was climbing rafters like a monkey to gather all my yard ornaments for the garden and pool.
The morning of my 40 birthday, felt like I had the worst hangover I’ve ever had and hadn’t had a drop to drink.
Nothing was cooperating. Even my feet felt foreign to me.
The younger generations will only understand our warnings when they get here.
Dangers are everywhere.
Literally, walking out the front door could kill anyone of us at this age.