Man - I miss the frequency of "That was the best EVAR"

The older I get, it seems that it takes more to be the best ever.

When I was younger, it was simple to be amazed.

Heck, I remember us jumping our bikes over a board, with an old tire under it....man, that was the best jump EVER.

It's a lifetime later, and we now have the Superpipe, with people jumping hundreds of feet in the air, back flips, Superman grabs, can cans.....

I remember shooting a bb gun...man that was the best ever. We went "hunting"...to be honest, the only thing I think I've ever killed with it was a beer can. While I did shoot the random pigeon, it wasn't powerful to kill it...it just flew a few feet away, and continued to eat the bread I baited it with.

A few years ago, I shot a belt-fed tripod mounted MG42 machine gun. (OK - I'll admit - that was the best EVER.)

But the machine gun illustrates my point. When I was younger, everything was new, and the BEST! As I get older, the elation I feel from doing something new is harder to come by, and fewer and far between.

That's not saying that I'm jaded, or that I'm unhappy - I am saying, dam, I sure do miss the days of being enthralled on a constant basis.

I guess that's one of the benefits of being young...that, and you get to go off a ramp made out of a board and a tire.

Man I miss that jump.