"I remember when..."—Those dreaded words, I would argue, that every human being hears at least one time in their life.
Usually the words are uttered by someone whose skin is a little more worn and wrinkled than your own.
The knowledge about to be bestowed sits inside a head covered by one of three things: thinning white hairs, a bad toupee or wig to cling on to a final, vain grasp of vanity or an unnatural shine reminiscent of the glare you see from a car sitting in a showroom.
Have I lost you yet?
It's funny really, because as much as we all want to stay like a "Bart Simpson," before we know it, we too will be rambling on like "Grandpa," extolling the virtues and exploits of the impacti...
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