Bumping a couple of old posts to say this has happened to me twice now. Two of my middle school students from the early 00s have children at the elementary school where I currently work. I call those children my “grandstudents.”
When, for a legit few seconds while your flipping channels, you mistake the College World Series for being the Little League World Series.
I never struggled either considering it was one of three albums by Bolt Thrower, Celtic Frost or Dark Angel.
When you tell a younger colleague you are searching for a replacement diamond for your phonograph, and they don't know what a phonograph is for.
When you realize that more than once, years ago, you were in a room full of people who are all passed now. Four others. There's nobody left to remember but you. I'm in my late, late 20s and that's already happened to me. My dad was next to last, and someday I'll be the last.
...You remember black and white television. And the Ed Sullivan Show on Sunday nights, following the Wonderful World of Disney.
...you were excited to learn that SW was coming out on video tape and started asking around to find who owned a VCR.
There was a hilarious tweet the other day where a journalist said her nieces and nephews asked her why she wanted to see Incredibles 2, and she said "because the first one came out when I was a kid," and they asked, "Was it in color?"
...your first video game experience was Super Mario Bros. on Nintendo. ...you had to blow out any dust to make sure said Nintendo cartridges worked.
When you feel like everyone else in Captain America Civil War or Infinity War whenever Spidey says “you know that really old movie...” Shaddup Parker!
...you get the new TV listings mag and you're looking through it at all the dozens of channels and thinking ' there's nothing on , it's all ****' . when I was a kid I used to dream of having , 50 , 100 channels , I'd occasionally see the US TV Guide and drool at all the channels the yanks had ( we had 4 ) . .
We couldn't necessarily get all those channels when I was a kid. (This is before cable/satellite). Our house in CT had an aerial on a pole that towered above the roof. There was a hill between us and New York stations. It did work though.