I wonder...

I wonder what happened to those old days. 

The smell of roses outside my grandmother's window on those warm summer nights. 

The utter lack of overstimulation. 

As I write this there is blaring music in my earbuds that didn't exist then. 

There was no wifi nor internet. We lived a simpler life. At the risk of sounding old, I miss homemade biscuits made in a wood stove oven by an old Appalachian woman spitting snuff between her two fingers. These things are alien to my kids as a million videos inundate them from every angle of media like a rushing river of information. I miss the slower days of long summers and the biggest concern was that girl in your class that you tried to impress but miserably failed to do so. When did I become ancient? A roaming dinosaur assimilated into the TicTok culture begrudgingly, yet willingly....