(I can feel my wrinkles deepening as I type)
I remember using DOS commands as a rule of thumb.
I once used bulletin boards to talk to strange people.
My email address consists of my simply my initials and comcast.net
I can efficiently use a typewriter.
Getting the picture here?
Okay, with all that laid out, I've found that I've reached that age where I'm asking my daughter how to do technical things. Or my husband who doesn't count as far as age goes because he's a terminal techno-weenie.
It took me forty seven minutes to figure out how to add an mp3 file to my phone as a ring tone.
I sat in front of the PS3 for about ten minutes wondering why I couldn't get to my game before my daughter informed me that I had to scroll over to the games tab to get to them.
Forget about trying to make videos or avi files or anything like that.
It's happened. I've become the parent who needs help from their kids to function in the virtual world. Like those parents who used to call and complain that they couldn't program the vcr.
On the plus side:
I know how to change a tire.
I can ride the heck out of a riding lawn mower.
I've taken apart a chain saw and put it back together again.
I can build furniture that comes in a box.
I can make a budget and balance a checkbook.
I can prepare an entire meal without a cookbook or instructions.
I can read a map. As long as I can turn it to the direction that's straight ahead and not worry about north, south, east and west!
I know how to change the oil in a car and can even change out a serpentine belt.
Just don't ask me to make a video how to for any of it.