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...
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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