My first one was when my favorite metal album became a classic. Then I did the smart thing and married a 24 yr old, I'm 32, and talking child hood schools everything with her is "oh my god your old" comment.
Then the realization that I've involved in one way or another with one of my hobbies for over 20 yrs does not help. Couple that with my 8 yr old who seems to think that, nevermind that I do weighted pull ups, bench 300lbs and squat over double my body weight, that I'm to old and decrepit to play at the park with him.
You reading that makes me very glad I have thick skin.
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