I'm not that old. But already I have a Golden Age. An age where I was young (hehe), in the best shape of my (still hasn't spanned that many years) life, and had all options available to me. I was 16. I had just won a half-marathon for my age group (I hate admitting that there were only 3 in my age category-but I came in almost an hour ahead of them). I was on a pretty good soccer team. I lived in one of the greatest states of the Union (Virginia! Old Dominion! and I'm out of nicknames). Etc. You know, I started writing because yesterday was Columbus Day and in that glorious past Golden Age I would've been in a soccer tournament. Same for Memorial Day, July 4th, Labor Day. Occasionally Thanksgiving though usually the parent's didn't want to do one then. And it was wonderful. The soccer, I mean. My whole family was involved in it, my brothers played different positions so I had no problems admitting that they were better in their respective positions. I knew when...