I remember the days like they were yesterday. Riding bikes around the same few blocks, cause i wasnt aloud to go too far. Me and my buddies would ride bikes around and pretened they were jets and whatnot. We'd play football in somebodys yard (everyone knows everyone, good middle class neighborhood) or wed play in the playground next to my church. If my bike chain came off or i had a flat, anyone of the neighboors would take care of it for me and id be on my way. Sometimes wed just sit inside and play nintendo all day, or have one of the legendary royal rumbles (i was always the grand champion, still am, my big bro taught me well).

Then today i realized that its time to pass the torch (that sounds like it might make sense) on to another generation. Ive been seeing the new generation, a few kids here and there on bikes, a few on skateboards. Then today, as i got home early, i had to be the old guy that helps the kids out. There was about 8 of them in front of my house when i got home. 6 standing around a go kart, one trying hard to get it to start, and another sitting in it barking orders.

As i get out of my truck i walk over to them and see what the trouble is. As i walk up at first they seem, not scared, i guess shy is the best word to describe it. I ask them how it came to a hault, you know, sputter, or instant shut off, or what to see what the problem is. It was a simple matter of the ole thumb over the carb and pull it and it almost fired. I grabbed a can of starting fluid, gave it a squirt, a pull, and bam! fires right up. After that, i was god in there eyes. They started all talking to me at once, telling me theyre stories of how they hit a tree with it before, it dosnt have brakes, theres some kid thats another kids brother, i couldnt keep up with it all. I just kinda joked with them and pretended like i could understand 8kids at once when they are all talking to me.

Im never really around kids. It was deffinatly an interesting experience to see the look in their eyes. No hidden messages,
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Just a few kids having a good time after school. Not a care in the world.

So I tell them, " you guys really should run an air filter on this thing" and i send them on there way. It wasnt till one of them replyed "yes sir" that i though, "what the hell is this "sir" crap?"

 

how old are you? i am 31 but i am really no different than when i was 18, just stronger and smarter. my wife and i still travel around, go clubbing, drink and and make fun of poeple at the mall.

we still go ouot a bunch with my wife's 20 year old sister and her friends also.

i think being old is a state of mind, i have met 20 something year olds that acted like they were stereotypical 50 year olds.

 

A few years ago, while waiting for Canadian Tire to open one Sunday; I noticed some people standing around a fairly nice fibreglass boat being towed by a half ton truck. As I was walking by, I heard one of the guys (early 20's) comment how they'd bought it from some old guy about 30 that wasn't using it any more.

Being mid 30's at the time; I realized I had to face that I was finally over the hill!

 

When your old enough for those kids to be your grandkids you can start feeling old. Don't ask me how I know.

 

You Know You're Getting Old When...

Your joints are more accurate than the National Weather Service.
Your investment in health insurance is finally beginning to pay off.
Your back goes out more than you do.
The twinkle in your eye is only the reflection of the sun on your bifocals.
You feel like the morning after when you haven't been anywhere the night before.
You finally got your head together, now your body is falling apart.
Your supply of brain cells is finally down to a manageable size.
You wake up with that morning-after feeling and you didn't do anything the night before.
You don't care where your wife goes, just so you don't have to go along.
It takes twice as long to look half as good.
Many of your co-workers were born the same year that you got your last promotion.
People call at 9 PM and ask, "Did I wake you?"
You can live without sex but not without glasses.
The clothes you've put away until they come back in style... have come back in style.
You look forward to a dull evening.
Your mind makes contracts your body can't keep.
The pharmacist has become your new best friend.
There's nothing left to learn the hard way.
You come to the conclusion that your worst enemy is gravity.
You start video taping daytime game shows.
You quit trying to hold your stomach in, no matter who walks into the room.
Your idea of a night out is sitting on the patio.
You look for your glasses for half-an-hour, then find they've been on your head all the time.
You wake up, looking like your driver's license picture.
Happy hour is a nap.
You begin every other sentence with, "Nowadays..."
You constantly talk about the price of gasoline.
You don't remember when your wild oats turned to shredded wheat.
You sing along with the elevator music.
You are proud of your lawn mower.
You wonder how you could be over the hill when you don't remember being on top of it.
Getting lucky means you find your car in the parking lot.
The little gray-haired lady you help across the street is your wife.
Your idea of weight lifting is standing up.
Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can't remember them either.
Your ears are hairier than your head.
You have a party and the neighbors don't even realize it.
It takes longer to rest than it did to get tired.
You talk about "good grass" and you're referring to someone's lawn.
The end of your tie doesn't come anywhere near the top of your pants.
You give up all your bad habits and you still don't feel good.
Your childhood toys are now in a museum.
You can't remember the last time you laid on the floor to watch television.
You confuse having a clear conscience with having a bad memory.
You frequently find yourself telling people what a loaf of bread USED to cost.
You know all the answers, but nobody asks you the questions.
You enjoy hearing about other people's operations.
You got cable for the weather channel. Old Folks MTV!
Your new easy chair has more options than your car.
Your little black book only contains names ending in M.D.
Everything hurts and what doesn't hurt, doesn't work.
You find yourself beginning to like accordion music.
You have too much room in the house and not enough in the medicine cabinet.
You get into a heated argument about pension plans.
"Getting a little action" means you don't need to take a laxative.
Conversations with people your own age often turn into "dueling ailments."
You buy a compass for the dash of your car.
You take a metal detector to the beach.
The car that you bought brand new becomes an antique.
You are cautioned to slow down by the doctor instead of by the police.
You realize that caution is the only thing you care to exercise.
You don't remember being absentminded.
You have more patience; but actually, it's just that you don't care any more.
Your memory is shorter and your complaining is longer.
Your drugs of preference are now vitamins.
You tip more and carry less.
You read more and remember less.
You get propositioned by AARP.
Younger women start opening doors for you.
You begin to become invisible in the dating and mating game.
The highway patrol sigh or shake their heads but don't give you a ticket.
You scout for a warmer place to spend the long, cold winters.
You are no longer 'promising'.
Younger men ask you for advice.
You work on your short game.
Youthful injuries return with a vengeance.
Youthful indiscretions harden into bad habits.
You shop for health insurance the way you once shopped for a new car.
Your medical expenses go up 50%.
A 'late night' now ends at 11 pm.
You learn where your prostrate is.
You develop a knack for wearing hats.
Your potted plants stay alive.

Having sex in a twin-sized bed is absurd.

You keep more food than beer in the fridge.

6:00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to sleep.

You hear your favorite song on the elevator at work.

You carry an umbrella.

You watch the Weather Channel.

Your friends marry and divorce instead of hook-up and break-up.

You go from 130 days of vacation time to 7.

Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as "dressed up".

You're the one calling the police because those damn kids next door don't know how to turn down the stereo.

Older relatives feel comfortable telling sex jokes around you.

You don't know what time Taco Bell closes anymore.

Your car insurance goes down and your car payments go up.

You feed your dog Science Diet instead of McDonalds.

Sleeping on the couch is a no-no.

You no longer take naps from noon to 6 p.m.

Dinner and a movie --- the whole date instead of the beginning of one.

MTV News is no longer your primary source for information.

You go to the drugstore for Ibuprofen and antacids, not condoms and pregnancy test kits.

A $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer "pretty good stuff".

You actually eat breakfast foods at breakfast time.

Grocery lists are longer than macaroni & cheese, diet Pepsi and Ho-Ho's

"I just can't drink the way I used to" replaces "I'm never going to drink that much again".

Over 90% of the time you spend in front of a computer is for real work.

You don't get liquored up at home, to save money, before going to a bar.

 

Is it me or is it that every other word that comes out of some kids mouth is the "F"word now a days? I'm only 31 and I wouldn't have dared using the "F" word like these kids do today.

 

You guys are cracking me up!!!

When I was a young teenager I built a super swing up in the wood behind my house, used steel cable. You could drag it up a hill so you were level with the branch that it hung from. The branch was forty feet up so it gave you a helluva ride straight at another big tree, but the tree forked so you would go right between the two trunks. The first time you went on that swing you knew you were gonna die!

So about twenty years later I go back there to visit my old neighbors. We are sitting on the front porch having iced tea and a whole new crop of kids are running around out front acting wild. One of them shouts out "Hey! Let's go up to Bruce's swing!" They all yell "Yeah!" and go streaming off toward the woods. (They had no idea who I was.) That was over twenty years ago. So if you think you are old, forget about it.

 

I've been called "sir" for the last 20+ years or so.

Oh well.

 

It seems like yesterday I was the one out raising hate and discontent. Wed it was 70 F here and I was out polishing up the Goldwing watching my son and his buddies riding their bikes up and down the street having a good time.... Time to pass the torch I guess...

 

Its funny that you mention helping the kids with their go cart. I end up doing that alot in my neighborhood. I'm 31 and it makes me feel like I'm 13 again.

 

Whenever I quit getting carded for beer is when I realized time was slipping up on me ... and that has been 20 (or more ) years ago.

After giving up the dirt bikes about 5 years ago I am now ready to give it another go, the Honda 450 thumper is looking mighty tempting at the moment. I tried out my son's Suzuki 450 thumper and that thing is just too wicked fast for my 49 year old bones. I don't move as quick as I did one time but some days I feel like I'm 13 again ... my wife says I *act* like I'm 10 though.

No go carts in our 'hood but there are a few kids with dirt bikes that need a helping hand every now and again ... and I gladly oblige.

 

Not that I'm old, mind you, but Nintendo hadn't been invented when I was a kid. We rode all over town on our bikes, b/c there was nothing (or no one) to be afraid of. Now I rarely see kids outside, b/c they're all inside playing video games (mine included). It was almost 40 years ago that I was messing around in go-karts, although I built one for my son. That brought back memories!

 

I preferred the Cigarette package/clothes pin spoke engines on my Bicycles.
I figured I may as well make some noise.

It sure was hard on spokes though.

 

No, you are not .... I have T-shirts older than you. I, on the other hand, am old. I am almost 73 and my one mission in life is the locate the man who named these "The Golden Years" and kick his ***.
I recall when there was no TV, no air conditioning, no automatic transmissions, no dials or buttons on telephones, kitchens with iceboxes, milk left in bottles on the front porch, grocery stores delivered, motorcycles had hand shifts, that "Sir crap" you mention was mandatory and the Saturday movie double feature was 12 cents. If you have not experienced these, you are not old.
Growing old has many dividends however, the most important being it beats the only alternative. Watching your kids and grandkids grow is priceless. Being able to join discussions with "been there/done that" experience is often gratifying and then there is the ultimate privilege ..... my hunting license is only $6.
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That doesn't mean you are old,my kids do that still and they are 10,8 and 7 years old. maybe that means I am old? I don't think so,just turned 36 thursday,and still feel great,and am in good shape physically. Mentally is a different story,but an ex wife and 3 kids will do that to ya!!!