The other day Michael and I were explaining something to Amanda about how things used to be when we grew up. We may have been talking about the reason I still call books that someone reads aloud "books on tape" or "books on CD," even though the books are now collections of electrons on my phone.
Eleanor looked at Amanda and piped up in a crotchety, wavery voice, "When I was your age..." I expected her to continue with something like, "I walked 5 miles uphill to school. In the snow. Both ways!" Or, "We liked it! Because we didn't know any better!" Or, "When I was a boy, TV was called books!" These are some responses Michael and I use while talking about "the good old days."
But Eleanor continued, "When I was your age, I was ten!"
It is possible that you had to be there. I still find it funny.
Eleanor looked at Amanda and piped up in a crotchety, wavery voice, "When I was your age..." I expected her to continue with something like, "I walked 5 miles uphill to school. In the snow. Both ways!" Or, "We liked it! Because we didn't know any better!" Or, "When I was a boy, TV was called books!" These are some responses Michael and I use while talking about "the good old days."
But Eleanor continued, "When I was your age, I was ten!"
It is possible that you had to be there. I still find it funny.
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