Am I really getting old?

Both of my kids, especially my oldest, Jonathan (whose is almost 9), like to compare the things they have with the things I had as a child. They've found we have some things in common: Legos (which I definitely don't play with anymore), Transformers, and G.I. Joe. There are, of course, new toys. Jon brings this thing he made today with Atomic Blocks, which are kind of like Legos that light up. He asks me if I had Atomic Blocks as a kid. Then he asked me if I had any technology as a kid, "you know, like TV?" How old do you think I am kid?

For the record, I'll be 29 in April. As I near 30, I realize that I am getting old. VH1 keeps telling me so with retro '80s and '90s shows. Songs that I distinctly remember as new are being called 'classic'. One of the DJs on a local hip-hop station decided to spin some old school tracks, so he played Biggie, Nas, and Snoop Dogg. That's not old-school! Back in the day, I'll give you, but certainly not old-school. Run DMC is old school, not Tupac.

You know you're getting old when you look at teenagers and mutter to yourself 'damn kids'. I'm a restaurant manager, and as such I work primarily with teens and young college students. I'm almost old enough to be a father to some of these girls. The girl that trains all of my hosts is 16, for crying out loud. It's bad enough that they sometimes like to rag on me for being old, like when I squat and my knees won't allow me to get up, or when I talk about a movie they've never heard of, like Spaceballs, but I've even started to tell stories about Life Before The Internet, something these kids know nothing about. Anyway, I guess I should go get a nap in before Golden Girls comes on.........