I was in Staples over the weekend and gave the cashier a 20 dollar bill. She looked to be about 17 years old. She looked at the bill and said, "Wow! This is an old bill. I can't remember the last time I saw a 20 dollar bill that looked like this. I think I was six or seven." As she took the 20, she looked on the front and back of it and then nodded, "1993... Yeah, that's old."
That's probably the first time I actually felt "old." I'm 34 so 1993, to me, was my sophomore year of high school, the year before I graduated high school as a junior. I was 16 in 1994 so, to me, 1993 was my teenage years... it wasn't so far way.
But to this young girl, 1993 seems old. It seems ancient. Hmm... Am I getting ancient? I think not. What I've learned from this experience is the following:
1) "Old" is relative.
2) Teenagers still don't get it.
3) I'm as young as I choose to feel.
4) The next time I get an "old" twenty dollar bill, I'm saving it as a souvenir... or until it's really old enough to be worth something.
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