If you want to know what “old” is, don’t ask the ones who have had fewer birthdays. Your best bet is to ask a centenarian.
A few years ago, I was subbing as a teacher’s aide in a special education class for those students on the autistic spectrum. One of the boys asked me, “How old are you?” I don’t know when it was that I stopped liking that question, but the time has long since passed. Since my responses tend to be awkward, especially when put on the spot, I blurted something about it wise not to ask a woman her age.
He didn’t take my answer lying down. He asked, “Can I guess your age then?” I will never cease to be amazed as to what will come out of the mouth of a child. With hindsight, I sure gave him the wrong answer by saying “Yes”.
His answer had me minutes later looking in the bathroom mirror asking myself, “Do I really look ten years older?”