I had two events yesterday that reminded me that I'm getting old.
Firstly, since we have lots of leftover Halloween candy, it's my job to eat some of it. You know that Bottle Caps candy that tastes like sodas? I used to love them, but now they taste hideous. I'm sure I'm the one that changed, and not the candy.
Secondly, I gave my daughters some spin rides: I picked them up and spun them around and around. They loved it, but I quickly started feeling very queasy. I actually thought I might throw up. Donna had to bring me a glass of water, and I still felt the effects 5 hours later!
I'm getting old.