Tyler was rummaging through my bookshelf and stumbled upon this—a favorite from my collection of stories I read to my middle school kids during our unit on personal narratives. It made me fast-forward to when I’m a grandma, force-feeding my grandchildren my many tales of growing up in the ’70s. The memory that ages me most is where I’m sitting on my dad’s recliner with a cable box propped on my lap, channel surfing by pressing each button from left to right, in active pursuit of a new episode of The Brady Bunch or Gilligan’sIsland. Nearby is our weekly copy of the TV Guide, with a picture of President Jimmy Carter on the cover. It gets me all choked up to think of how far we’ve come. Either that, or I just swallowed a tooth.