I might be aging

The verdict is still out but there is a slight chance I may be getting older. In human years I am 27 years old, and I'm really having a hard time believing it. I think that may be I am really just turning 18 but someone has downloaded the last 9 years into my brain. I can remember significant occasions of almost every year of my life since I was 3, but it just doesn't add up to 27. How is it that 9 years ago I was 18 and knew everything, but today I find myself at 27 and am not sure I really know anything. I mean I know things...I know facts and figures. I can name all the states and...most of the capitals? All right add that to the list. I can't remember all the capitals....my point is that if I were to play a game of trivial pursuit with you I could hold my own pretty well, but what do I really know, the world is not as black and white as 2+2=4. I've decided that somethings have no answer because there is no right and wrong, good and evil, dark and light. Everything just is. Good is not the opposite of Evil, and Evil is no the opposite of Good. Evil is just less good, than Good. I might be less right than you, but that doesn't make me wrong. Anyway I have no education in philosophy, no parental training in thinking, and no religious beliefs. Somehow I grew up in a vacuum of thought. When I was young I had no idea if my parents were democrat or republican, I didn't know their religious views, or really any thoughts they had on anything. To me a parent was basically the person who looked at my report card and sometimes brought me home a burger when they went out. Now sometimes I talk to them and I hear some of their thoughts and I am rather thankful that their views were not imposed on me when I was more impressionable (however I'm sure they do possess knowledge that would of been nice to pass on). Regardless of all this babble I'm not going to bore you, or more likely scare you, with the ideas I've conjured up late at night, but I will say this. I'm not 27. My birth certificate may tell me otherwise, but I know better. I just don't think that the number 27 represents anything more than the amount of years I've been on the planet. When I was 18, being 25 was unimaginable. And now being in my 30s sounds ludicrous. I have the feeling that at each milestone of aging I will look to the next and think, "Now that's old...I better be grown up by then." If I make it to 80 I can imagine myself drooling down my pillow and thinking, "When I'm 90...that's when I'll have things figured out."
May be what I'm trying to say is that I'm kind of dumb and people 27 should probably be smarter than I am, who knows. One thing I do know however is that regardless of how I feel or look there are parts of me that might be aging. On Christmas Day, or specifically night, I was sitting on my couch stuffing my face with a plate of cookies when I heard the familiar bounce of a basketball on pavement. I've been itching to play ball since I've moved to Texas and I started thinking that may be I shouldn't be consuming an entire package of oreos as a little snack. I then decided that there were only 5 left and I was going to go outside and play basketball anyway so I polished them off...Anyway I went out and introduced myself to the lad. It turns out he is in Junior High and even though I see him shooting outside often, he's not that good. Of course it was 930pm and the hoop we were playing on had been crushed into an oval after falling over repeatedly in the wind storms, so may be he was just having an off night. Anyway I was DOMINATING him. I hadn't shot for months but I was feeling the stroke. I was feeling really good about myself until I tried doing a simple right hand lay up. First you should know that I can only jump about 5 inches off the ground and I really wasn't what you would call streaking towards the hoop. I must have done over a million right hand layups in my lifetime so you would think that this would be no different...but somehow I landed wrong and hurt my knee...That's right. I hurt myself playing HORSE. I've since tried making up excuses. It was dark, the road is slightly curved so I was landing on a decline...but I really can't justify hurting myself playing horse. Especially since seconds before I was swimming in my own thoughts about how great I was at basketball. Anyway it made shooting impossible as I really couldn't put any weight on it at all. And then for some damn reason the kid started doing layup after layup...and I didn't want to lose so I kept doing it until I was in tears. In the end I won the last game, but it was way closer...I then limped home and the next day it was very tender. Luckily I'm pretty sure I didn't do any real damage I guess it was just a fluke. Today I did a full leg workout and I was able to do squats and run without much pain. I see he has his hoop out again tonight...I'm hooping (everyone loves puns) he wants a rematch.