When I was 5, I used to run with scissors. When I was 10, I sledded — with the sled pointing in the wrong direction — down Red Hill in Pocatello. When I was 15, I drove a Volkswagen Beetle whose floorboards had rusted away. Now, approaching 60, I’m reduced to checking my shoes for brown recluse spiders before I put them on in the morning — and remember, this is February in Idaho. And I drive much slower than I care to admit. Feet of Clay Syndrome, it’s called — the gradual realization that just about everything you’ve done all your life could kill you. And sooner than you think/Steve Crump, Twin Falls Times-News. More here.

Question: Are you as much of a risk taker today as you were 10 years ago?