You know you're old when...

When I was a callow youth at my first job (I was about 17) I teased the two older chaps I worked with by saying "What's it like hearing the songs you grew up with played as Golden Oldies?". Now, of course, I hear my own teenaged songs (and others, older) played exactly the same way... That one sure came back to bite me.

I still convert back sometimes from £s and Ps to Old Money... ie 5p used to be a shilling. And I remember how my older brother used to give me and my sister 50 pence a week pocket money, when 50p used to be a lot of money!!

Seriously - what can you buy NOW with 50 pence? When I was slightly younger than that callow youth, my dad and two brothers complained when petrol went up to 35 pence a GALLON. Now, of course, it's £1.35 a litre... :ohwell:

I can't remember...what was the question?

Exactly. I don't remember this thread. I don't remember if I've posted in it. But at twelve pages, I should have, right?

I can't remember...what was the question?

Exactly. I don't remember this thread. I don't remember if I've posted in it. But at twelve pages, I should have, right?

Exactly. Do I know you??

You remember using pay phones and they cost 10 cents.

You remember being fascinated by the guys who spun plates on the sticks on the Ed Sullivan show. And wonder what they would do for a living now.

You know the references in Bowling for Soup's "1985"
...then realize that song came out in 2004.

You remember when Mick Jagger actually was sexy.

Oops, strike that. He never was. :laugh:

Must.. . . fight. . . David Bowie. . . reference.

You know you're old if you understand the reference above.

***Warning**** Hockey reference: When the guys I watched as a kid, now have their own children being drafted into the NHL

When a girl you work with hasn't seen/heard of Uncle Buck

The residents that were starting to rotate through the hospital were younger than me (the lowly nurse).

When your 12 year old daughter doesn't think you're cool, but you know that is total BS.

Oh, and when your kids ask what a payphone is.

You remember when there was no TV after 2 a.m. (Or was it 1?)

And it signed off with a video reading the poem "High Flight"

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .

Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

I will never forget hearing that read for the Challenger memorial...

When your son is about to turn 18.
When, not only do you have a few chin hairs, but at least one of them is gray.
When you can remember the first "cell" phones, but they were called "car phones" and had a cord connected to them.
When you used to watch t.v. by adjusting the rabbit ears and turning the dials.

When you get just as excited about an outing to the grocery store with no children as you used to get when you were getting ready for a night of drunken shenannigans!

The music you listened to in high school is now considered classic rock, and the classic rock from your youth is now considered oldies.

Yes! My dad sat at the kitchen table every morning with the Oldies station on and the music that is now on that station is what the Classic Rock station used to play.

You need a nap, a shower & a cup of coffee before a night out on the town.

Then you come back at 1am.

You remember that Motel 6 meant $6/night.