The bridge between two worlds.
The following is making the rounds on social media. There isn't any proper attribution, at least not that I can find. 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 walk 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 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 are the generation that spun vinyl, then made mix tapes. That danced with Walkmans, marveled at CDs, and gently blew into Atari cartridges to make them work again. We played Pac-Man and watched our VHS tapes until the ribbon wore thin. We remember houses that 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 ...
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