Lately I’ve been wondering when I will be at the age when I will no longer hear, “you’re too young” as a sugar-coated “NO!” and instead make the transition to being too old.

I would bet money that 9 out of 10 adults would be highly offended that they were regarded as too old to do something they wanted to do. Hollywood gave the aged gumption with the picture “The Bucket List,” in which the Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman characters escape from a cancer ward and set off to complete a wish-list of adventures before they die.

If this were to happen in real life, I wonder how many 80-year-old men would be told they were too old to skydive. And for that matter, how many would plan to jump out of the plane anyway?

So, if I cannot tell you that you are too old, how can you tell me that I am too young?

I have heard the “you’re too young” excuse from my parents for as long as I can remember asking them to let me do things.