"How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?" Satchel Paige
What an odd premise, we are born with a great deal of internal wiring - that much is well known today - and then we grow up and hopefully mature, and grow old gracefully hopefully again, and then are old, and usually the same person - the same person after say 35-40 till we pass onto the great forever. Again hopefully mentally intact. Having existed for quite some time now, I find the piece rather off the wall.
"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations." Anais Nin