Being raised by my grandparents I loved old folks. I loved them all until I was about 25, one day in the grocery store an old lady ran her cart into me, cut the back of my heel. She knew she hurt me and never even apologized. It was then I realized that old people were good and bad like everyone else. Then for years I hated teenagers, then after meeting a young woman several times and the kid was just sweet and kind. She was just 16 years old. Today she has one more year to go to become a lawyer, she is still sweet and kind and I still love her dearly! She's also a beautiful young woman. Then I met her mother, and she too is lovely and sweet and very kind!