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.

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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 Joe.
We listened to bedtime stories on radios and woke up to cartoon jingles.
We danced to The Beatles, rocked to Led Zeppelin,
and later cried to Soda Stereo and Los Bukis.

We are the last to know life without helmets or seat belts—
and somehow, we made it.
We drank soda from glass bottles,
picked up tortillas from 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 cars without tablets, seat-back screens, or fast food chains.
Just games, songs, and endless questions from the backseat.

We carried books that bent our backs. No wheels. No excuses.
We memorized phone numbers, learned cursive, and rewound tapes with a pencil.

We had no smartphones. No TikTok. No social media.
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 categories or hashtags.
We were “the quiet one,” “the funny one,” “the freckled one.”
And still—we 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 heart, with grit, with soul.
And we wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Cheers to us.
To the ones who lived both before and after.
To the lucky ones.