When I was sixteen, ���dancin��� with Molly��� meant you were watching the ending of Sixteen Candle���s. This week they were the censored lyrics in a song performed by the almost-naked Miley Cyrus at the VMA. I never thought I���d miss Hannah Montana.
When I was sixteen, graphic design meant you perfected a house on your Etch-A-Sketch and Mrs. Pac-Man was a modern chic.

When I was sixteen, a pool was guaranteed to be overflowing with any sweaty kid within a five mile radius. Today, sweat-free kids sit in their bedrooms sporting life-like guns on video games; the sound of ���Marco-Polo��� replaced with the voices of online strangers screaming obscenities after a good kill.

When I was sixteen, a season���s pass to an amusement park was reserved for the very rich or the stupidly spoiled. Today, unused season���s passes rot at the bottom of our kids��� Coach and Nike bags.

Yes, I long for the days when Rubik���s Cube was modern and Magic-Eight-Ball was my decision maker, but my teens force me to live in today���s world of Snap-Chat and iTunes. How do I cope? I force them to watch reruns of Colombo and The Odd Couple. Movies like Jaws and Rocky help bridge the gap from my sixteen to theirs.

And if all else fails, I grab my Coach Bag, buy the kids some $5 latte���s, and head over to the overpriced dine-in-theatre where we���ll watch a movie my parents still won���t let me see.

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