The other day I was trying to keep up with a conversation with a group of middle school-aged kids I was with.
I am not good at communicating via emoticon or in clipped letter combinations such as LOL or ROFL. I am not even sure what that second one means. I tried to keep the conversation in an area that I was familiar with, such as food and books.
Apparently, I know far less about the world and life than a gaggle of 13-year-olds. My phone was so yesterday, and my boots were cool two years ago — not that I mind or even notice, but nevertheless I felt just a tad bit older after this experience.