Hey, you kids! Get off my lawn!!!!

Oh, my God. I am. So. Old.
As I suspect we all know, I love me some General Hospital. I've been watching since-well, I was in Grade 1 in about 1983 and so too old to be put down for a nap during GH (which was Mummy's way), so I guess I've been watching for about 23 years. But I remember whe Luke and Laura got married-I was almost 5 after all-so let's assume that's the first time I was allowed to watch General Hospital...That was 25 years ago this November.
I.Am.So.Old.
This is reinforced by this statement from a General Hospital group I frequent:

Unfortunately, I was one in '92, so I didn't get a chance to see all those amazing stories. Boo.

Whimper. I could almost have a child that person's age. A couple of years younger and that person could be my kid. And it only gets worse when I admit that I thought-"Why is someone that young allowed to watch soaps? They are not for children!"

I'm not even going to go into what I think when kids come into the library with their crooked hats and their baggy jeans and their Gameboys and their improper English.

If you all will excuse me, I'm going to go listen to Nirvana and sob quietly in a corner.