I'm so old I remember when a nickel candy bar cost only twenty-five cents instead of a dollar.
I'm so old I remember buying gas for my first car and being ticked off when the station raised the price to 20 cents a gallon.
I'm so old I remember old people being respected for their wisdom ... and youngsters listening when they spoke.
I'm so old I can remember when the twin concepts of duty and honor were understood to be the moral principles that allowed people to rise above loyalty to family or tribe, and adhere to abstract concepts such as country - a group so large it is impossible to know them all - and be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for that abstract should it be necessary.