Dirty hippies

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.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s