Aging. I’m not ok with it, no. Since time moves in one direction, I’m kinda stuck with it.
I’m within 7 days of my 36th birthday. Naturally, it’s time to reflect on how old that really is.
To celebrate, here’s a list of 36 things I’m old enough to remember:
- Pogo Balls
- Hearing the static before the music came on while listening to a cassette tape
- Recording 2-1/2 movies on one VHS tape and VCRS
- “I know you are, but what am I?”
- Ending an insult with “Your whole generation!” after somebody insulted your whole family
- Skinny 2 liter soda bottles
- Pay Phones
- Corduroy pants
- Home phones and long distance carriers
- The Candy Lady
- Cursive writing
- When some cars got the gas put in the back, behind the license plate
- The car ignition key was separate from the door/trunk key
- Getting big truck drivers to blow their horn
- Recording songs from the radio
- Listening to the radio from your alarm clock
- Alarm clocks
- One best friend, not 12
- Collecting 40 ounce bottle caps with the puzzles
- Double Dutch
- Looney Tunes
- Roller skates
- Pencil break
- Laffy Taffy with jokes in the wrapper
- “Skins” – what the hell is a pork rind?
- Crunch Berries were red only
- Trix were all round
- Paper air planes
- Handwritten letters
- Giant cable box remotes
- Saying “Bloody Mary” in the mirror
- Connecting Nintendo and Super NES through RF Modulator – channel 3 or 4 on the TV
I’ve been around a while. In psychology, they teach you this age is considered young adulthood.
Shut up, Psychology.
Damn – I meant to end this with some positive examples of my greater cognitive aptitude with having reached this age.
Shut that shyt up too.