Submitted by Kimberly Van Meter on Fri, 2009-07-24 11:31.
When Spam Was Just Meat
Time marches on -- this is not news -- but when it's placing its little footprints all over you, it feels sometimes like you're being left behind as well as stepped on.
I used to laugh at my parents whenever they'd start a sentence with, "I remember when..." or "when I was a kid...." Uttering any semblance to those sentences begged a smart-ass, precocious response on my part about them being old and of course, this played well into my need to feel like I knew more than my parents at any given moment.
And now that I'm the mother of two teens (and a toddler) I've found myself on the receiving end of such conversations from the older ones and suddenly I'm the dinosaur instead of the hip, young cat who, just 20 years ago, knew everything just like them.
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