It's official. I am the older generation. How do I know? Well, if the grey hairs aren't enough to remind me...it is clear in the conversations I have with teenagers lately.
One example is driving. In the house we are living in there is a new teenage driver. In my day we were told to hold the wheel at 10 and 2 for better control when steering. Now they hold it at the bottom. As she describes it "like a thug." Why? Well, it isn't just for looks. I am told it is a safety reason, in case the air bags deploy.
I guess I learned to drive before the advent of the airbag. Apparently that makes me old.
just Sheri, not as young as I used to be
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