So on Wednesday I’m going to San Francisco. It’s my first time to California and the first time I’ve been on an airplane in ten years.
Which made me realize: I’m old enough to have things I haven’t done for ten years.
The movie 13 Going On 30 used to be my favorite movie; I thought it was hilarious and I watched the DVD on repeat for like a year. That movie made me want to eat Razzles and learn the Thriller dance (both of which I did). But there’s a line in that movie where Mark Ruffalo’s character says to Jennifer Garner’s character, “That was fifteen years ago.” I’m not entirely sure what he was talking about, but I do remember watching that every time and thinking “I can’t even fathom being old enough to remember what I did fifteen years ago.” Probably that was because at the time I was fifteen…and who can remember their first years of life? But now, I’m older, and I can remember one of the first times I took a plane: my family took a trip to the Grand Canyon, and I remember being freaked out during take off.
Well, that was ten years ago.
Now, I’m old.
Call me gramps. I’ll see you at the retirement home.
