For years I would say this brother is getting old, this sister is getting old (I am one if the youngest of a large family), wow, she has aged, my nepephew is growing up. 

In my mind, however, I never thought of myself as aging with them, everyone else was aging, but, I was still the same.

There was one thing that happened that really made me think, “Da#$!, I am getting old, TOO!”

When we still used over-the-air FM radio, we used to listen to an oldies station that played late 50’s and 60’s. It was mostly 60’s. For a time we had a vehicle with a beautiful 5 disc cd player, stopped listening to the radio. Gave that vehicle to my son (we keep them for a long long time and are not worth much in a trade). New vehicle did not have the 5 disc cd player. Back to the radio.

I started listening to my favorite and only oldies station. Wow! My music was too old to be on thag station. It was moved to their really old oldies sister AM statiom that played BIG BAND. Huh? Rock is mixed with big band? At that moment, I realized I was not immune to aging, but they could not take away that I did not feel like I was. Since we keep cars for a long time, It was pretty bad since I love music. Had to keep swapping CD’s in and out when my husband was driving and pick one and listen to it over and over until I got to where I was going when I was driving (I did not need a law to tell me not to multitax when driving). I started mixing my own from my cd’s and squeezed as many songs onto a disc as would fit.

Next car we got had satellite radio. We now listen to satellite 60’s. Ah, sweet days of youth!

When did it hit you and what did it?