You might want to check your math on that one. When I think of “traditional-age college students,” I’m thinking of 18 to 22 year olds – all of whom were born no later than 1999.
If you meant to write “traditional-age high school students,” then you’d be right.
I started college when I was 17. The scary thing for me is that my older daughter graduated from high school when the younger college students were born.
And I know several friends who did, as well…but, in the US, that’s the exception to the rule.
Most kids are 6 years old (or about to turn 6) when they start first grade, which means that, with 12 years of grade school / middle school / high school, they’re 18 when they start college.
Assuming four years of college (and, yes, I know a lot of college students now take five years), that gives a “traditional” age range of 18-22.
Attractive young women will smile at me when I pass them while taking a walk. This didn’t used to happen. I’m assuming I’m old enough to be considered safe.
Yeah, they can outrun you. 
Hahaha, same here!
When you find yourself wondering if the “Five-Seconds Rule” applies to suppositories.
I am strangely obsessed with the fact it’s been half a century since * Sargent Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band * was released.
I recognize almost none of the current actors, singers, comedians and other entertainers–and I take funny kind of pride in it.
I find it easier to remember fifty year old ad jingles than what I had for breakfast yesterday morning.
The last woman I dated was a grandmother who was about to become a great grandmother. And we really did prefer to just hug, kiss and fondle each other when we got naked together.
My grand-nieces and grand-nephews all laugh at my cassette collection.
Oh, and partying all night? Fuhgeddaboudit. Before I finish the fourth or fifth beer I’m asleep and snoring.
The places that used to be soft are hard, and the places that used to hard are soft.
Most of the places I’ve lived have been torn down and turned into strip malls, condos and parking lots. Six places where I used to work no longer exist.
A good day is when I have a satisfying bowel movement and a nap.
You have CASSETTES??
Thread-win dude
I have 8-tracks. Non-ironically!
You know you’re old when clerks ask you if you want the senior discount, and you want to punch them for their insolence, and then you realize you actually ARE old enough for the discount.
You know you’re old when, while hearing about the deaths of celebrities, or even people you know, and the first thing you check is how old they were, and if they were younger than you are now, or if they were older, calculating how long you might have left.
When you realize how many people are alive for whom 9/11 is just “history.”
:smack: Should I applaud that I’m not quite as old as I thought, or bemoan the mind failing?!
Why not both? 
When that lady in the office, who is a grandmother, is having a retirement party (a little early, but still). And you can remember quite clearly the day she started working there while she was just finishing up high-school.
Yeah, I’ve been around a while.
The first time I remember realizing that I was getting old was when I was still 18. Technically, 18 1/2. Because, a girl from my hometown, who had just turned 18, appeared in Playboy. First time someone younger than me appeared nude, legally, in print.
The second time I can recall, I was still in my 20s. My So-Called Life was being reaired every afternoon on MTV (and that is one of the most quaint sentences I’ve typed in a long time). Anyway, most episodes featured one plotline following the teenage kids, and one following their parents. And I realized, I identified more with the adults than the teens. “You stupid kids!” I hollered, “Listen to your parents! They know what they’re talking about! They lived through the same crap you’re going through!” Of course, Claire Danes and the gang didn’t listen.
So I guess, “you know you’re old when you watch a show about high school, and you identify with the parents.”
Addendum: the middle Torqueling is fascinated by, or at least likes hearing so she can laugh at us, stories about our youth. Such as, I told her I learned to type on a manual typewriter. Not only did you have to learn to touch-type, you had to strike with the same force with each finger, or else some letters would be darker than others. Kids these days, they just don’t know…
When someone at work in a professional position or similar point in their life, mentions their birth year in casual conversation (e.g. “How would I know about Reagan, I wasn’t born yet.”) and I realize I was already in the Navy when they were born.
In my case, my country’s leader AND every other of my country’s political party leaders is younger than me.
When I realize that my dad has been dead for 54 years. And that it’s been 17 years since I ended my marriage of 17 years.
And it’s been 43 yrs since Secretariat won the Triple Crown.
You know you’re old when friends and coworkers start asking you how soon to retirement. (FTR I’m 56. 56! I’m not dead. That’s like the new 40.)
I’m 56, so I’ve BEEN old for a while. But the early clues…
You see a US Marine or a cop and think, “My God, he’s just a KID!!!”
You notice that there are people younger than you in Congress. Or flying the plane you’re on. Or serving as pastor at your Church.
You notice there are guys younger than you in the Old Timer’s Day game at Yankee Stadium.
You notice that the SONS of your favorite athletes and actors are now athletes and actors!
You actually start to open and READ the pension and Social Security statements that come in the mail.
You’re actually HAPPY when someone buys you socks or underwear or a sweater for Christmas.
You start going to bed right around the time you USED to start going out to drink and party.