I’m old enough that I sometimes look back on days gone by and wistfully express my longing for times past.
Well, I guess you don’t have to be too terribly old to do that. I’ve heard my eight- and 10-year-olds deliver a significant pause and a hint of a sigh after recalling how things were back in the day, back when “Mawci” and “Dawci” would take the preschoolers at Mary Johnson out to play in the kiddie pool on hot summer days.