back in my day...

I was sitting at the computer when my 11-year-old sister ran down the stairs. "The ice cream truck is here!" she shouted and jetted out the door. I smiled, remembering how I once also could not contain my excitement when I heard the beautiful jingle of the ice cream truck song. She came home, happy as could be, ice cream cone with jimmies in hand and all. Remembering this familiar feeling, I, too, wanted the same joy I once had felt. As I reached for my wallet, I asked my sister, "How much was it?" The next thing that came out of my mouth surprised the living shit out of me. "2 dollars?! Back in MY day, ice cream cost a dollar and a extra quarter for jimmies. Now THOSE were the days." After spilling these words, I choked just a little. Then I remembered. I remembered being just a youngin' and being lectured by my parents or grown-ups. I would have to bear listening to them talk nonsense about "Back in MY day, I had to walk 15 miles to get to school" or "Back in MY day, there were no computers, or Internet, or cellphones" and well, you get the point. I had vowed to myself that when I grew up, I would never ever give kids crap about how things used to be. That's when I realized at that exact moment. Fuck, I'm getting old.