Oh, Crap

As I play on Facebook and get into more silly groups, something occurred to me.

I joined a group which revels in the glory of the bump at the intersection of Airport and Whitesburg. Anyone familiar with the south end of town knows this bump. I'm amazed it's still there, actually, because it's almost a rite of passage to drive your first car over it so quickly that you catch air. My little Mazda did it many times. And even though I've been going over that bump since I was 17, it's still fun.

So I decided to look at some of the members of the group. That's when it hit me. I might have actually joined a group where my friends' kids are members. That reminds me that I am getting old. How embarrassing to be in a group with kids I can remember swinging around when they were toddlers. How did this happen? How did I get to be 35?