Yes, I remember

Not long ago one of my grandchildren asked me, "Grandpa, do those hurt you?"  I had no idea what he was referring to.  Upon further discussion it turns out he wanted to know if the wrinkles on my face were painful or not.

I wear those wrinkles proudly as a sign of wisdom and experience.  My grandson see them as a sure sign that I am an old fart.  I am, however, old enough to still have the vivid memory of being a passenger in my father's care when we pulled into the Slim Olson gas station in Bountiful, Utah to fill the car with gas. I actually still remember that gas was priced at only 24.9 cents per gallon that day long ago--even cheaper than shown in this image.

Yes, my grandson, sometimes those wrinkles do hurt....

Yes, I remember....