Usually I don’t feel old at all, and I don’t even have a concept of what "feeling old" means, but as time goes by I have become aware of the fact that I often have to preface my anecdotes with some background information. For instance, when I was a kid, cars didn’t have plastic or padding inside them. The dashboard was metal, everything was metal except for some areas like the roof or seats which were cloth covered. And the glass in cars back then was like regular window glass, which meant if you shattered a car window, you got a jagged, gaping hole and razor sharp triangular shards. Cars didn’t have seat belts in those days, either. One day my father took me to the Ford dealership in our town to look at used cars, and while we were wandering around the lot, I noticed a smashed up black Ford Fairlaine, a wreck that had been brought to the dealer’s lot after an accident. I went up to it and looked into at the front seat. I still have an amazingly clear recollection of what it looked like, how sunny it was, that it was summertime, etc. There was a big hole in the windshield and on the seat was a woman’s white glove, the long kind that goes almost to the elbow. The glove was covered with blood spots and there were blood spots all over the seat and there were sharp pieces of glass everywhere.
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