I submitted a story today. On paper. In the mail. I had to go to the post office and everything.
It was odd. I’ve been sending out stories since I was teenager, and for most of that time, it’s been paper mail. But not in the last decade or so.
That’s not the only way in which the past has been returning recently. There’s a humongous problem with credit card skimming in our neighborhood, so we’re back to buying most things with cash. Whoa. I know. Who does that?
We’re also watching my childhood favorite tv show, Scarecrow and Mrs. King, at the moment. ‘Obsessed’ doesn’t BEGIN to cover what my relationship with this show was like. From which my husband definitely benefited, since I developed a serious taste for left-handed smart asses just before I met him.
If circling back to your childhood is a sign that you’re getting old, I’d better get my AARP membership in. : )