It is a little disappointing to see that your legs are not as strong. But I like the idea of growing old, and the thought of approaching death is not particularly daunting to me.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The wonderful thing about age is that your knees don't work as well, you can't run down steps quite as easily and obviously you can't lift heavy weights. But your mind doesn't feel any different.
Old age is a wonderful time of life. At least, that's what everyone tells you. But let me tell you: it is not true. What's true is that your hips, knees and ankles gradually give up on you - everything is quite dreadful, really. And it was a terrible thing to have told us because we believed it.
Ageing's a difficult thing, moving closer to death, but it's okay. I've had a good time living, so I'm gonna have a good time dying.
I have good legs, and why to hide them?
My parents always say I have really good legs. I've worked really hard for them. They always insist that I show my legs.
If you're not growing, you're dying, and I'm not ready for that.
The last thing I ever thought would ever happen to me was losing my legs.
I'm just happy to have my legs back, cause at one point in time, I wasn't even walking.
My problem isn't death but old age. I fret about my lack of balance, my buckling knee, my difficulty standing up and sitting down.
The legs that I have made are far more perfect than the ones nature would have given me - my mother's side of the family have awful legs.