Short space of time

I'm growing old. Five full decades on this earth and closing in on six. Trying to figure what I have learned, what I have accomplished, whether I will leave our lovely planet a place better for me having been here. As with all of us, I arrived with no say in the matter.

But once I did arrive, even if I could not immediately appreciate it, I was lucky. What does it mean to have an extraordinary, safe childhoood, full of love and adventure? How does that experience define us?