I was most definitely a metalhead in my youth. Earlier this year, I went to see Sepultura for old time's sake. During the third band's set, I was pacing the dancefloor like a caged animal, and all the young people were just standing there with their phones. This place was *packed*, and yet I was worried that maybe this new generation didn't know how to mosh. Finally, there was another guy about my age (late 40's) who joined in, and when our eyes met, and we both scowled and hurled ourselves at each other, colliding in mid-air.
The whole room went up like freaking gasoline. I went at it until mid-way through Sepultura's set, when I took a pretty hard crack to the noggin. I sat out, rubbing my temple, and some guy tagged me on the shoulder with his hand as if to apologize, before drifting back into the pit. I took it easy the rest of the night. Man, was I sore the next day. I was happy though, and kinda felt like I'd passed the torch, lol.