When I was a little kid (8,10, early teens), I had all friends over 65. I related to them much better, and it's because of those "foster Uncles, Grandpas, and Dads" to me, that I have all the skills and abilities that I use today. I may never have learned to play baseball in the street with other kids, but by age 13, I was a reasonably skilled electronics hobbyist/TV repair tech. That gift was courtesy of two of my senior friends, and I also learned metal working, carpentry, plumbing, and even engine repairs from those friends. I learned to ride motorcycles when I was 12, from a young-at-heart 75-year-old World War II veteran.
Now I'm 43 but living & feeling 19, and many of my friends are half my age or less. Sadly that's because most all of my original circle of friends has passed away of old age. One of my "original friends"; an honorary Uncle, is still doing fine. However, he's also an Aspie, I think, and he now has no family left, nor any friends other than casual acquaintances. So now that he's elderly, cannot drive, and lives alone, I make a 100-mile round trip once a week to West Los Angeles, and drop off groceries, pick up stuff he sells on eBay to be packed and sent out, and I make sure he gets all his prescriptions filled, etc. My wife and I don't have kids, and we aren't planning any (at least at this point in time).... So this affords me the ability to keep "adopted senior family" in good standing. Maybe it's my place in the world My younger friends don't understand why I do that for "Uncle Harold", but they damn well better accept it.
Charles