10 Years

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.