I've admitted to being counted among the elderly. I've aged a great deal over the last 5 years, but hasn't everyone? Maybe not to the degree that I have, but 5 years is 1825 days! No one can escape that. Sure, I have a lot of wrinkles I didn't have 5 years ago, I have more gray hair than I did 1825 days ago......but my brain is what I am worried about!

For instance, today I got an email, replying to a video clip I had sent, with this reply message:

ROTFLMAO!

Do you know what it means? After stressing over these strange letters, I finally gave up and emailed him asking what it meant. His answer was.....

Rolling on the floor laughing my ass off!

I am constantly getting text messages with "shortcut" language. For instance, "k" means ok! You can't take the time to type the "o"? Everything is faster these days, and yes, I do realize every older generation complains about this problem.

When I was a teenager, our grandparents thought we were all going to hell with the fast music, fast dancing and fast cars. Soon we were assaulted by fast foods, and it has gone downhill ever since then. At the risk of sounding like an old fool, I wish I still had a front porch with a swing. I could sit there and contemplate my day, watch the neighbors work in their yards, children play ball in the street, how about the mailman walking up to each front door and slipping the mail in each mailbox? Now days he pulls up to a "multiplex" mailbox and never meets the people on his route.

I realize I am a cell phone using, computer savy, blogging grandmother, but I do remember the good old days.

Some of my fondest memories?.........My Mom sitting on a wooden kitchen chair with an iron skillet on a tea towel in her lap, beating warm, homemade fudge with a wooden spoon. She would beat it until it lost its shine, then drop it by spoonfuls on to waxed paper. We could hardly wait to eat it!

I also remember laying on my stomach on the floor in front of a radio as big as a refrigerator, listening to The Fat Man, Ozzie and Harriet, and of course Amos and Andy.

I have fond memories of horseback riding, and visiting the fairgrounds and horsebarn with my Granddad. He had a show horse named Bing's King. What a beautiful horse he was. My Granddad smoked big cigars and wore "Old Spice" aftershave.

I remember playing Indian Maiden with my friends, of course I also remember the leaves we picked for our Indian Maiden beds were Poison Oak! It took me weeks to recover!

I remember collecting KIX cereal boxtops to send in for a Lone Ranger Silver Bullet Ring with a secret compartment. I sat on the steps for days waiting for the mailman to bring it. The Lone Ranger was another radio program I listened to religiously. He was quite a hero, one without a special cape, or supersonic flight abilities. Just a simple honest man on a horse, but he did wear a mask to protect his identity!

I love my memories, and I suppose it is natural to think they were part of the "best of times". I know my grandchildren love their lives, think they have it pretty good.....but I had it the best. No doubt in my mind.