As her walking stick fell, she bent down slowly and carefully. Afraid that if she moved to fast she would fall, and well she may not be able to get back up. As her hand brushed the wood of the walking stick in an attempt to pick it up she noticed something. Her hands had developed many wrinkles, more then you could count, her skin was no longer tight and her veins were easy to see.
"I have lost my youth," she thought to herself when she managed to grab the walking stick.
However, she didn't realise that she carried her youth with her. All the memories that only she can experience and remember. How happiness filled her with warmth, and she has memories tainted with sadness that made her think she wouldn't wake the next day.
Everyone around her could see that the marks and wrinkles weren't there to remind her of her age, instead, they were supposed to remind her of all the precious memories she made.