I still have everything I was born with and nothing added. A girlfriend 20 years younger, but to be honest that's more of a problem than a bonus.
I'm quite into that "7 ages of man" stuff at the moment. When I Think of myself at say eight - I was an information sponge that found everything in the world fascinating, where all I wanted to do was run, jump, climb and explore. For all intents and purposes that child is dead now. As was the baby that preceedeed it, and the sex mad music-is-my-life teenager thart followed. Now again at 49 I am a different person. I think I see things with much more objectivity and clarity than I ever could when I was younger. I do regret the passing of some of the previous me's - the world's just not as exciting as it used to be. I don't know if BM's done this, but I tried to resurrect some of my childhood passions (building model airplanes for instance) but the thrill is gone. But then again I have things in the new me that I wouldn't swap for the world, and I wouldn't resurrect The Teenager for all the tea in china.
Don't know what the Old Man Me is going to be like. Just hope it's not one of those sour faced old gits sitting on a bus grumbling on about the good old days. And when that Old Man Me dies, is it really any worse than the death of the other Me's?
And BM - maybe twenty more summers until someone's mashing your food with a fork and you're sh*tting in your pants (again). And you can go to the shops in your underpants and yell at people and all they do is give you a cup of tea and send you home. Every cloud....