I’m not old. At least, I don’t think I am. But there have been a few things lately that have started to make me FEEL old.
I was searching through Amazon for a DVD collection of all the seasons of Star Trek: The Next Generation. One of my favorite shows of all time (definitely my favorite “Not-Written-By-Aaron-Sorkin” show), it seems like only yesterday that I was waiting eagerly for the first episode to start. Before then, I’d been a fan of TOS, but this… this was cool. This was MY generation’s look into the future.
And now I see that it premiered over 18 years ago. A full “legally able to vote and join the military” person ago. Good grief, that makes me feel old.
So does seeing hearing the music that was so cool and fresh in high school suddenly being touted as “classic”. Or hearing the DJs refer to one of them as a “blast from the past”. Or walking past a boutique and seeing clothes I would easily (and proudly) have worn in high school tagged “Retro”.
Or watching the major events of my childhood become the “Where Were You When Kennedy Was Shot?” of today… “Where were you when Lennon was shot?” “When the Challenger Went Down?” “When the Wall fell?”
Knowing my sisters, who are a decade and more younger than me, are in college, being real live adults. The sisters whose diapers I changed. The sisters who I had to cancel dates for because I had to babysit them. The ones who called me “Mommy” half the time because they couldn’t fathom someone so much older than them being the same as them.
And today, my first born child turns ten. An entire decade ago, I was giving birth to my first child. 10 years ago, I was wondering what it was going to be like to have him start kindergarten. Now he’s in middle school…
Middle school! I was in middle school just yesterday… at least, it feels like yesterday. It can’t have been that long ago that I was sitting in Spanish class, staring dreamily at Dion’s back and wondering if he’d ever ask me out… Or sitting in front of my tape player, patiently hitting pause - rewind - play - pause - rewind - play so that I could get all the lyrics to “Can’t Touch This” (yes) or “We Didn’t Start the Fire.” It can’t have been that long ago, because I still remember the words! (My my music hits me, so hard…) I can still remember every crease and wrinkle in my Kirk Cameron posters hanging over my bed; every goofy thing I wrote on my paper-bag bookcovers. Spending most of my free time at home calling up BBSs and playing games like Global War or Legend of the Red Dragon, or being goofily proud of myself because they gave me my own echo because I generated so many messages… How can the things that just happened suddenly be nostalgic? The Commodore 64 that I lamented for not being as cool as everyone else’s 286s is now something I would love to have back, even now when my refrigerator has more computing power.
Funny, how romantic it all seems when you look back on it, when at the time it all just seemed… mundane and pointless.