“Wow, twelve times faster?” Coach Phelps looks stupefied. “That’s a year a month.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty annoying,” I respond.
“I bet,” he says, his eyes far away. “That means that one year from now, you’ll look like you’re in your twenties? That’s amazing.”
Amazing isn’t really the word I would choose, but I can see he’s still taken aback.
I decide to give him even more information. I don’t want him going home and looking up the disease, and then acting like I’m a twelve-year-old in a teenager’s body.
“The thing is, I have an even rarer form of this disease. Most everyone who gets this disease suddenly starts aging, but they still have the mental capabilities of whatever their actual age is. I’m unique in that my brain is developing at the same rate my body is growing. So, brain-age-wis
