46. Born in '27, then at age 18 went to bed one night in June of '45, woke up the next day in October of '93. All the shows were 100x better, but you couldn't take them with you. It was like going back to the Renaissance -- everybody's smarter and way more classy, but the tech is utter shit. I guess that's what I get for wishing for "the good old days" -- I didn't realize going back to the pinnacle of civilization also meant watching civilization fall off the cliff, though.