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While Dan was picking up his weekly Proline tickets at the local convenience store, I found myself bored and standing in front of the magazine rack. After browsing for a few minutes, I noticed something strange. BOP magazine, one of my favourites from my ‘tween years, featured not one celebrity kid or teen that I recognized. Not even the sibling or child of someone I’d heard of. Not even one.
It was at that moment that I realized just how old I really am. What’s next? Being called Ma’am, Depends, and hearing aids?
**OK, the picture is not of the exact cover that saw, because in this case there is one face I recognize…Billy Joe, the lead singer of Green Day. I ask myself if it more embarrassing for me because I’ve only just discovered that I’m old, or for Billy Joe, 3 years my senior, who is appearing (twice) on the cover with a new crop of fresh faced 12-year olds and is at least 20 years older than all of them. Poor guy. And yet somehow it makes me feel better.
