Kat*<p>When I was 30 and dancing <a href="https://norden.social/tags/TangoArgentino" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>TangoArgentino</span></a> in the <a href="https://norden.social/tags/Confiter%C3%ADaIdeal" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>ConfiteríaIdeal</span></a> (one of the oldest <a href="https://norden.social/tags/Milonga" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Milonga</span></a> venues) in Bs Aires I was asked to dance by an older tanguero: noticeable flexibility, energy + physical agility in person.</p><p>Thought he must have been about 60.</p><p>Nope.</p><p>The gentleman was 89. <br>Eighty-nine!</p><p>From then on, there was no more age classification for me personally.<br>Just categorisation: Being open, life-affirming for new things and for changes in life. Completely independent of age in numbers.</p>