so old

We went camping last night.

As we were sitting around the fire, I told stories from when I was younger. My kids love these. I started to tell them about when I was really young, we had a station wagon.

"Do you know what a station wagon is?" I asked.

"Yup, we do," piped my daughter definitively, "it's what the pioneers crossed the plains on!"

Ummm... not quite.

This reminds me of an experience I had a couple weeks ago. My husband and I were talking to his younger cousin and his beautiful fiance. They were telling us how they met, how their engagement has been, etc, and we were sharing our story with them. Then we both commented that how as you get older, age doesn't really matter as much as it does when you are young.

I was about to say, "Yeah, just like you and us are not that different..." I kid you not, that was on the tip of my tongue, when his fiance said, "Yeah just like you and Sid and Steph,"... their parents. I could hardly stop laughing.

I guess am no longer associated with the younger crowd. Unless I am visiting a nursing home. What? When did this happen? Apparently years ago, I probably just didn't notice it because I was changing somebody's diaper.

Here's the clincher... I am actually closer in age to his parents than to the engaged couple. How's that? Ahh... but it's a good age! And I certainly wouldn't change it.