Just about the time you’ve got yourself convinced that you’re not really as old as your body is,
along comes some whippersnapper to make you feel like you were born in Bedrock and were a neighbor of Fred Flintstone. And it doesn’t take much sometimes.
If you don’t believe me, just start telling some kids how you grew up using rotary phones that had party lines and no texting, and they’ll want to drag you off to school for Show & Tell and think your birth certificate is written in hieroglyphics.
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