Sometimes, events in life remind me of how long I’ve been on this earth. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s usually something simple. Last weekend, my niece Hattie played Pac-Man for the first time. My sister-in-law’s kids got a tabletop version of the game for Christmas, and their 12-year-old cousin decided she wanted to play. I played the game in the arcade over 40 years ago. It’s been around so long that I assumed everyone was familiar with the game. But it takes a 12-year-old to remind you something old is new when encountered for the first time…