I was born in 1980. Up to this point I’ve considered myself to be young.
During class, yesterday, a kid mentioned fanny packs. I said, “Yeah, will just pretend it’s 1985 again and all wear fanny packs.”
One of the girls suddenly perked up and began speaking in that mile-a-minute voice only eleven-year-olds have. “Oh my gosh, you were alive in the 80’s. Were you one of those hippies? Did you have long hair and love trees?”
I’m pretty sure she’s off by a couple of decades, but it still makes me feel old.