I'm starting to feel a bit older.
I threw my knee out during a fire call a couple of years ago. During my copious free time as a restauranteur and B&B innkeeper, I was a volunteer firefighter in PA. During a search and rescue, I stepped on a pile of magazines that the home owner had piled on the stairs and tore a ligament. My knee has never been the same. On cold days my knee throbs and by the end of the day I have problems bending it.
What bothers me more than my knee is the fact that I abruptly realized that I'm turning old-er.
While listening to a local radio station while we cleaned the kitchen after lunch, we listened to Juice Newton belting out, "Queen of Hearts."
"I love those oldies," said one of my students.
"Oldies?" I raised an eyebrow. "I remember the first time I heard her singing this song back in '81. I liked it so much that I got her 8-track."
"8-track?" asked one of the students. "Is that like one of those old fashioned whatchamacallits ... a record?"
I found myself explaining what an 8-track was.
The kids shook their heads.
"Why didn't you just download the song to your ipod?" asked a student.
I had to explain that the internet was in its infancy, downloadable music did not exist, and ipods hadn't even been invented.
The students were shocked. :eek: