Like Yellowed Paper

At work today I had a bit of a revelation. I am getting old. I know that I am not young young, belly button ring wearing party all night downloading music girl, but I still don't picture myself as that old. Right? I mean, I'm only 34 which is not even remotely close to that big one of 4-0. But today as I was updating our many many law books I was faced with the undeniable fact that I am getting really old. When a new law is made, or amended, or if an old man in Washington decides we need to add a ; somewhere, new pages are printed up and sent out. It is my all important job to pull out the old pages and replace them with brand new ones. I know, you are in awe of me. Admit it. Anyway, today I was replacing pages like usual when I was able to replace some really old pages. They were wrinkled and yellow with age, you could just tell they had been in the book for ages and ages. I glanced at the top to see when they were published. 5-96. That's right, as in May 1996. I realized with a start that it was the exact month I graduated from college. When I graduated from college (which seems not that long ago to me really) these pages were white and crisp and brandy new. Now they are weathered and yellowed and . . . old. Just like me.