When I was your age,
We watched tv in black
and white,
Cartoons on Saturday
morning,
And occasionally
Disney
On Sunday night.
When I was your age,
I knew how to dial a
phone,
And I had my
conversations
Attached to the wall,
Not wandering cordless through the home.
When I was your age,
My teacher wrote with
chalk,
And when we wanted to
chat
With one another,
We actually had to
talk.
When I was your age,
My running shoes had
laces,
My bicycle had three
speeds,
And we didn't own a
helmet,
To protect our
precious faces.
When I was your age,
We passed notes folded
elaborately,
Skyping was a thing of
science fiction,
And my pen pal
Actually wrote
to me.
When I was your age,
Tweeting was something
Only birds would know,
A face book was my
High School year book,
And pinning was
something
You did before you
sew.
When I was your age,
There were prizes in our cereal,
Restaurants were for special treats,
And we washed with ordinary soap
Not labelled anti-bacterial.
When I was your age,
I had to pay a quarter
To use a phone that
wasn't mine,
But heck, it could
have been worse,
Your father had a
party line!
When I was your age,
Thirty seven was
practically geriatric,
I never imagined youth would leave me,
And that Father Time would play
This rather dirty trick.
When I was your age,
Life was a little less
convenient,
And yet we still
survived.
I used to dream about
the wonders of the future,
And, my children, that
future has arrived!
-Laura Freeman-
April 27, 2014
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