08/13/2025
To those born between 1952 and 1979 —
We are the bridge between two worlds.
The last to grow up before the digital age…
And the first to step boldly into it.
We didn’t just witness history — we lived the transformation.
We were the kids who played outside until the streetlights came on,
Who shouted our friends’ names from the curb — not from a screen.
We scraped our knees on pavement,
Ran errands with checkered grocery bags,
And got rewarded with coins… and candy.
We spun vinyl, then made mixtapes.
Danced with Walkmans, marveled at CDs,
And gently blew into Atari cartridges just to make them work.
We played Pac-Man and watched VHS tapes until the ribbon wore thin.
We remember when houses cost five figures.
We watched our parents buy them…
And decades later, still wonder how they did it.
We grew up with The Flintstones, Ultraman, Bonanza, and GI Joe.
We listened to bedtime stories on the radio
And woke up to Saturday morning cartoon jingles.
We danced to The Beatles, rocked to Led Zeppelin,
And cried to Soda Stereo and Los Bukis.
We were the last to know life without helmets, seatbelts, or sunscreen —
And somehow, we made it.
We drank soda from glass bottles,
Picked up tortillas off the ground, dusted them off, and ate them.
We drank from the same bottle. We shared everything.
The worst we got? Lice.
And vinegar took care of that.
We traveled 10 hours in the backseat without tablets or fast food chains.
No seat-back screens. No distractions.
Just games, songs, and endless questions from the backseat.
We carried heavy books — no wheels, no excuses.
We memorized phone numbers, learned cursive,
And rewound cassette tapes with a pencil.
We had no smartphones. No TikTok. No WiFi.
But we had marbles, hide and seek, jump rope,
And truth or dare under the stars.
We built friendships in sweat, dirt, and laughter —
Not with likes, but with loyalty.
We weren’t profiles or hashtags.
We were “the quiet one,” “the funny one,” “the freckled one.”
And somehow — we all belonged.
We didn’t learn from TED Talks or YouTube tutorials.
We learned from falling, failing… and getting up again.
They call us Generation X.
But we are more than a letter.
We are the foundation.
The in-between.
The last ones to remember before it all went digital.
❤️ We survived it all — with grit, with soul, with heart.
And we wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Cheers to us.
To the ones who lived before and after.
To the lucky ones.
