<p>Yes, when a teenager walking down the street called me “sir”. However, I don’t mind getting into movies for less, now.</p>
<p>Gee, I forget…</p>
<p>There are great things about getting older
I can reread favorite books and the plot is completely new to me!</p>
<p>My favorite getting older story: This didn’t happen to me but one of my contemporaries overheard two teenage girls in a record store. One was telling the other in a tone indicating disbelief that her mother had told her that Paul McCartney had been in another band before Wings.</p>
<p>emerald; so true, in fact, I’m afraid I’ve reached a point where I rarely read anything I haven’t read before, and liked.</p>
<p>I would be surprised that teenage girls were even very aware of who Paul McCartney is.</p>
<p>I think my younger D has only a vague idea of Jimi Hendrix and her school has a bust of Jimi in the library!
( she does really like the Clash though-and her sister likes Frank Sinatra!)</p>
<p>When a hot surfer dude is idling next to you at a red light, checking out your <em>daughter</em>!</p>
<p>SBmom, how poignant, sigh… I mused last night at dinner about how one particular local celebrity was hot, and younger son said, “I don’t think he’ll be thinkin’ the same thing about you.” (snif)</p>
<p>This whole thread amused me, hey Emeraldkity4, we are the same age. I grew up in DC and JFK getting shot really struck me hard at 6 because Caroline Kennedy and I were the same age.
My younger D’s gymnastics team booster club sells beer and hotdogs at Safeco Field (baseball) as a fundraiser. We are supposed to card anyone who looks under 40. It always cracks me up when the people born the year I graduated HS (1974) try to convince me they are old.
from the younger parent at the mini house
The other parent decided that when he turned 52 he was playing with a full deck and so the next year he was going to throw cards away. He turns ‘49’ in a few weeks by this method. Next year I get to be older then him.</p>
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<p>Reminds me of the time my son-- when he was about 8 or 9-- came screeching into the kitchen one day after school and said, "MOM! Did you know Michael Jackson used to be black?!</p>
<p>I guess this is the wrong thread to mention that I was five when Kennedy was shot…</p>
<p>Except someone else (Momsdream, maybe) will probably come along to say she wasn’t born yet.</p>
<p>I stopped going out to happy hour with the “kids” at work and the thought of going out for a big night on the town is totally unappealing.</p>
<p>lol well I was JUST TURNED 6!
I was actually born the day after Sputnik was launched and if it wasn’t for that I am sure that I would have no idea when that was.
I do feel old when I see those stickers at the 7-11 that say (you must be born after this year ---- to buy alcohol and realize that my oldest will be 23 this year)</p>
<p>however- I did get hit on at a rockshow at the Showbox recently- I was polite but I was torn between laughing in his face and saying “do you know how OLD I am?” and dragging him over to introduce him to my husband and say " see, he doesn’t think I am OLD"! ( ok ok it was dark and we WERE in a line for drinks ;)</p>
<p>Ok guys, my oldest DD will be 22 next year and can legally drink! That totally blew my mind…but on the other hand, I wasn’t born yet when JFK was shot…so I can relate…sort of…</p>
<p>I’m hecka tired and kidded out, but nobody ever believes me, ever</p>
<p>When I asked my (now husband) where he was when Kennedy was shot, and he said “which one?” (DH is three years younger than me.) (Making him 5 when JFK was shot, and 10 when RFK was shot.) </p>
<p>But really, a few days ago, I was in a restaurant and saw a guy who looked really old to me, wearing a sweatshirt from MIT. So I asked: is your kid there, or did you go there? He says he went there. What class, I ask, assuming it was way before me–and it was four years AFTER I graduated.</p>
<p>I remember Sputnik.</p>
<p>I was trying to explain to someone, by way of analogy, why it was sometimes hard to process or absorb information if it was coming at them too fast (processing speed). I used the analogy of a 45 rpm record being played at 33 1/3. When that got a totally blank stare, I tried the old “I love Lucy” episode where she and Ethel are trying to wrap the chocolates coming down the conveyer belt. That got an even blanker stare. I finally gave up, and used an analogy of differing modem speeds and dial-up vs DSL connections. AHHHH, now they get it…</p>
<p>Recently people of all ages and genders have started holding doors open for me. I wonder if that signifies anything… (voice trails away)</p>
<p>Okay Kat, my DD is 22,and has been drinking (legally) for over a year…but you got me on the not born yet.</p>
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Garland - please go to the kids’ cafe (I was a sophomore in hs).</p>