Sarah's Scribbles by Sarah Andersen for January 17, 2015

Life has no terminal velocity.I think it’s the lack of an atmosphere that does it.

Just imagine doing that with movies from 1987! “That movie’s not that old… HOLY *#&! 30 years ago?!!??”Man, I’m gettin’ old…..

And the next thing you do is run to the mirror to look for wrinkles.

Boy…I can relate to this.

Its one things when my kids watch “old” movies from my 20s. Its another when I’m working with adults and I realize how old I was when they were born. (Really? You don’t remember the Reagan Administration?)

What? That wasn’t an episode of NCIS?

I was alive, but too young to be aware of JFK’s assassination. My earliest political memory is the Kent State shootings.

I was sitting on the floor playing with plastic army men and my mother was ironing when they announced on our black and white TV that Kennedy had been shot. My mother started crying. It was two days before my 6th birthday.

11 years now…

I’m not even a teen and I feel old.

It does feel like that tho

I have to do some quick math..