I remember New Year’s Eve, 1989.
I was 12 years old and at a bowling alley with my parents for some midnight bowling. I remember thinking, “I walked into this building in 1989 and will walk out of it in 1990.”
At that time, 1990 sounded far into the future. My young mind was blown by this thought. Surely, in 1990 we’d see flying cars and small, flat communication devices. I was ready. I was excited. I was hopeful.