It's a sentence to claim your last ounce of youthful hope, a reminder that your mind may no longer be your friend, an unbidden whisper in your ear - "senility is just around the corner".
It came from a website for a US university supposedly encouraging those in their mid-years to study. I read it, horrified, in the week before I took my first class.
"As people move into their 40s and 50s, many, but not all, of them notice memory problems. They may find it harder to learn new things and may forget where they put things: glasses, keys and purses."
It was supposed to be a "learning tip" for those returning to university, a warning that exams would not be perhaps as you recalled from your youth; it came with such helpful advice as "learn to accept your changing physiology" and "do only one mental task at a time".
I remember decades ago cramming enough into my fragmented teenage mind to pass school exams, leaving the classroom with almost no recollection of what I had written. A week later it was all gone, never to return. The memory of my youth was as fleeting as a teenage crush.