Scanning through the usual sites this morning, I came across something that just made me feel…well…old.
Way back when, when I was in Kindergarten, I recall spending seemingly endless hours queing up and playing over and over the album Free to Be…You and Me. My best friend at the time, Sarah, and I would build floor-standing microphones from the giant tinkertoys and perform ALL of the songs.
Go ahead. I’ll give you a moment here to laugh.
At me.
And my youthful exuberance.
Done yet?
Turns out that the album turns 35 this year. Back in 1972, Marlo Thomas got together celebs and made this album, a movie (which was shown to us several times over in school through the years), and eventually, even a musical stage play.
Wow. 35 years. That means that in 1974, 34 years ago, I was bopping along to that album over at Tuttle School in Minneapolis. Cripes.
What I’ve come to realize recently, is that while I grew up listening to my parents’ music (okay, mostly Dad’s 50’s and early 60’s rock) and considered that stuff “oldies,” I’m in the same boat now as my father was then. My iPod is chock full of my favorites from 20-30 years ago. So, the thinking I had then, that the music was fun to listen to, but REALLY old, is probably the same thinking my kids will have very soon (if they don’t have it already).
I’ve said it before…This parenting thing is tough–stuff always comes back around to bite you in the ass.
See you later.