Growing up, I was the oldest of six cousins on my mom's side, with the youngest being about 7 or 8 years younger than me. When that side of the family got together, there were 15 or 20 people. When the food was ready, the diners were partitioned into two tables: the large adults' table, and the smaller kids' table. While I was only slightly older than some of my cousins, the maturity gap was quite a bit wider. Most of the conversations at the kids' table revolved around ill-formed arguments about who was the biggest "stupidhead," or, more importantly, which character in the movie batteries not included* was the biggest doodie-head. I pleaded my case and got to eat with the adults, who had slightly more varied (if equally banal) conversations. I have continued to eat at the adults' table, literally and figuratively, since I was about 8 or 9. Now, I work for a company where the average employee is literally 20 years older than I am. This is not hyperbolic, this is statistically true. Despite this, we get along really well - we shop at many of the same stores, listen to a lot of the same music, and have similar hobbies. I am not sure what this says about me, but it's probably worse than what it says about them. Occasionally I'm thrown for a loop, though. A few years ago I took my first ski lesson and was right at the "kids' table" for that experience, being 15-20 years OLDER than the average student. I was so bad I got to be the instructor's "special buddy" when we got on the ski lift, and I promptly fell right on my face getting off. (Thankfully, I have now improved to the point that I can successfully ride a ski lift and dismount without incident). FOCUS: Which table were you at as a kid? Which "table" are you at in life, figuratively speaking? Did you ever find yourself at the opposite "table"? When? What was that like?