Although I look 50 and I say I'm 50, there are those who suspect I'm not.
So...how old am I today?
What better day than a birthday to reminisce about those
days of olde...
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I’m so old I remember party lines and owned a car with an
8-track player.
I’m so old, I remember the first time I heard the word “microwave”
and decades later, the word “cell phone”.
I remember black and orange computer monitors, learning DOS,
and buying floppy disks.
I’m so old I remember my mom being appalled when women
started wear pants...with zippers in the FRONT.
I’m so old I remember my mom being appalled at the shortness
of my miniskirt and the longness of young boys’ hair.
I’m so old I remember being appalled at men wearing
earrings.
I’m so old...
I’m so old I remember riding in a car that had to be cranked
to be started. I remember my sister
going to a one-room school house. I remember Dick and Jane and Sally, and Betty
and Tom and Susan.
I remember not being able to apply to become a police
officer when I finished high school...because I was female. (Not that wanted
to. I just was upset that I couldn’t—you had to be there to understand. These
were bra-burning days, you see. Which, by the way, was also an activity that appalled
my mother.)
I’m so old both my mother and I overcame being appalled at
things.
I might be old, but, I'm not too old to make my dreams come true Two years ago I had no books published, now I have four novels with my name on the covers.
But, here’s the real clues to how old I am...
I'm so old I was already 9 when the Beatles
appeared on the Ed Sullivan Show. I didn’t see them, though, because I was13
before we had electricity in our house and 14 before we got our first TV.
My dad finally broke down and bought that old black and
white because he wanted to watch the first man walk on the moon.
That, my kidlets, is how old I am. So...happy birthday to me!
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