So, you thought you’d ask that sweet, young thing for a date, but then she called you ‘mister’ and offered to help you cross the street. Buck up, stallion. It happens to the best of us. Maybe it’s the AARP offers in the mail or the hour you spend each morning sorting through your medication. Maybe it’s the discovery of your first ear hair or the fact that your favorite party song is now classified as an oldie. Whatever. We want to hear how and when you first discovered that you were old. Send your responses to [email protected] or [email protected] and do it quick. We know you tend to forget things.