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Every day I end up cringing at something that comes out of my mouth. I’m in my mid-thirties (ok, maybe a tiny bit past “mid”) but I still feel young. That is until I hear, read, or witness something that the younger generation is doing. At that point, I’m practically waving my cane at the kids to get off my lawn. The latest thing to show me just how quickly I’m heading for the nursing home? A recent article on Baby Center.

I grew up in the age of regular phones and no Internet. We dialed *69 to get the number of the person who last called, and we had answering machines with those mini-cassette tapes. I also remember when Prodigy (Prodigy!!) was released. After excitedly sitting through ten or so minutes of dial-up noises, I sent an “email” to a friend. It wasn’t a real email though — I could only contact other people who had Prodigy. But it was pretty-freaking-amazing.

I got my first cell phone in my junior year of college, and I begrudgingly traded in Friendster and MySpace for Facebook back in 2007. All that being said, I’m relatively tech savvy, but I kind of hate most social media. You won’t find any SnapChats from me, that’s for sure. In fact, an article was just released about my “micro generation” — apparently we’re called Xennials (those born between 1977 and 1983) — and we’re “a mix of the pessimistic generation X and the optimistic Millennials.” But I digress.

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