That's right....kids. I'm not talking about young children that many people my age have or are having. Stop freaking out...I'm not pregnant. I'm talking about these people walking into my work fresh from high school. This week at work I, and my fellow coworkers, are getting ready for the massive onslaught of returning students and athletes that will fill our beloved athletic training rooms with questions and complaints for a full school year. A part of me is excited and ready to begin. The other part of me is crying over the fact that summer is gone.
I have to admit that certain things shock me into the realization that yes...I am getting older. I have talked with many of the athletes here and certain things I bring up from my childhood are mysteriously absent from theirs! WHAT?! I'm not that much older than they are right? I mean just look at their birthdays...the incoming freshmen: 1989. WHAT?! I was 11!!!! Holy crap.
The generation gap between myself and these...children, is startlingly huge for me. The reason being that these kids are obviously deprived of character building, quality television that I enjoyed when I was younger. I mean, little kids today have no Saturday Morning Cartoons!!!! WHAT?! I remember waking up at 6a.m. and turning on the television and being able to scroll through multiple channels with different cartoons that lasted until noon! Now, nothing. Maybe one channel with japanimation and cartoon network with cartoons that make no freakin sense!
And these poor individuals are living in an obvious ignorance as to what a real quality cartoon is. What a deprived childhood they have had! It makes me cry a little on the inside....
I remember certain cartoons that still pop into my speech on a weekly basis.
"And now you know....and knowing is half the battle!"
"What's up, doc?" or "Rackin-frackin-brrprpgnrprpr-rabbit."
"Captain Caaaaaaaaavemaaaaaaaan!" (Yeah USA Cartoon Express!)
Okay, so maybe not this one so much but you get the idea. And when I do say something like this...I get nothin'. No recognition or response. I'm so freakin' old....Here's a website that has a bunch of 80's t.v. shows on it that help bring back memories. Enjoy!
"Thundercats....HO!"
http://www.cracked.com/index.php?name=News&sid=1970
1 comment:
Holy crap, Casey! I was three years out of high school in 1989. Coach Kyzer told me today that I was getting old because one of the freshmen called me "that lady". I've never thought I'd get that old. I was talking about the 'Six Million Dollar Man' last year with several basketball players and they all stared at me like I'd sprouted a third eye in my chin. These kids just don't get it.
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