About 3 years ago, one of the summers I coached at Washington Golf & Country Club, we were at the banquet “dancing our socks off” when a familiar tune came on…NSYNC!! Obviously, myself and my co-coaches all started dancing, jumping up and down, and singing along. Suddenly, I noticed the children around me—why were they not as ecstatic as we were? Why were not singing along? What is wwrroonngg? They should be the ones super excited about this tune. I realized in that moment—they probably were not even BORN when this song came out. Actually, they probably were not even BORN when NSYNC existed. Did I really become old in that moment?
I then thought about my parents or my parents’ friends. Or even the parents that I babysit for. To them, bands and singers that I have never even heard of were classics and the music we listened to was “baby” stuff. In 12 years from now, for the little ones Justin Bieber will be a classic, but to an 8-year-old Justin Bieber is just a weird name. This is how time passes, but shoot, it is weird to actually notice it occur.
Anyway, I thought about this today because I checked-in a lovely family with a daughter, probably about one year older than me that was wearing an NSYNC concert t-shirt. It is crazy to think that a while ago, those t-shirts were precious. I mean, if you were able to go to an NSYNC concert and buy a t-shirt, you were a big deal. But now, I see the t-shirt, it brings some nostalgic feeling, yet I don’t have that urge to look at her with envy for what she was able to experience and I couldn’t because “I had swim practice.” It is crazy how time just changes a situation. Plus, what makes it funnier is that the shirt is not in perfect condition anymore. I would have framed it, put it up on my wall, and never use it. She cut it up so it could be a belly t-shirt. Not cool.
K bye.
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