Mike's Grandma just celebrated 100 years. 100 years seems so long and it seems so short. When we decided to adopt we figured out how old we would be when Emma graduated from High School. I will be 65 and Mike will be 63. When I was 25, 63 seemed like my life would be over. I had very young parents growing up so I had nothing to base that on. Now 65 doesn't seem so old.
At Mike's Grandma's birthday we heard how she was born before TV and that sliced bread was invented the year she was born. Mike and I already remember back to days gone by. We remember watching black and white TV. We remember only having one TV set with at most 10 channels to watch. We remember playing outside on our street until our parents called us in. We remember maybe one scheduled activity. We learned how to solve problems and get along without adults supervising our every move. We played Kick ball, and Donkey, and "Three Flies Your Out". (Mike remembers that it is called "Three Flies your Up") so we have a bit of disagreement there. We played Dodge Ball, and freeze tag, and hide and seek. In fact Mike and I actually met in a water balloon fight on our street. (That is a story for another day) We did not have scheduled activity every hour of the day