There is nothing like working with “kids” to make you feel old. By kids I mean 15-20 years olds. The fact that I just typed that phrase acknowledging that age as “kids” made me feel even older.
I worked the bakery today from 12 until 5.
Until 2 PM I worked with folks who were over 21. No problem there.Then the magic hour of 2 came.
It was me and kids: 4 people from 15 to 20 years old. I kept my mouth shut, did my job, and let the entertainment envelope me.The stories I heard from these folks would normally come out of the mouth of a 60-year-old. How did these folks learn about these things at this age?
I am so glad I am my age;having experienced what I did WHEN I did.Perhaps I am a tad jealous of the youngsters, but in my heart I know I’d never want to be that age again.