Elderly Neighbors

The house across the street from me is for sale. The people who live there are moving after about 25 years. I never liked them, but that is another story. As I see the young couples with small children looking at the house, I remember that years ago I was like them. My oldest son was 20 months old when we moved into my house. I remember my parents standing in the street as some elderly neighbors walked by to talk. They told us what a nice block this was and how their children grew up here. As they told their story I could see the happiness on their faces remembering their youthful days as young parents. They seemed so old to me. If I do the math, they were probably in their late 50's but they seemed old. When a new family moves in, I will be that elderly neighbor telling stories of years gone by.