I went to the Stone Mountain laser lightshow last weekend with some friends.  We had a good time, and it was nice to get out.  But something happened that night, that I don’t think any of us will soon forget.  It might even be one of those moments that you remember forever.

Before the show started, and everyone was gathering in, a lady and her family sits down next to us, looks at us and says something along the line of, “Oh thank God! older people!” and continues to talk about how she’s so thrilled she found older people.

Older people!?! That was the first time I have been referred to as ‘older people’ by a complete stranger.  It stung.

Last night, I went to see my sister in law in a play at the highschool.  After the play we all gathered around and ate dessert and drank punch.  While I was standing there, one of the kids from the play walked up to me and said, “Are you Amanda’s dad?”

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ouch.

I know I don’t look like I could possibly be the father of a 17 year old.  I know.  But, what has now clicked is my age is starting to show.  I am no longer ‘just out of high school.’

Do you remember the first time something like this happened to you?  The moment you realized you aren’t ‘young’ anymore? Go.