Well, it's that time of year again. My birthday. Born on December of 84, I'm now going to be 36. Wow... 36 years old, and I still can't remember my past.
Well... I can a little. I mean I was a kid, but most of my time was spent at the hospital getting surgery on my heart. My mom is now a retired teacher and my dad...well, still has been working from home, but is also retired.
I feel that we always have to wait for our birthdays. Sometimes we love them, others times...we dread them. I like celebrating other people's birthdays. I mean my birthday is fine, and I love being the center of attention...but I just don't wanna get old.
I've talked a lot before about 1984, and that I wasn't the only person born in 1984. But sometimes, I don't even remember 1984. I was born near the end of the year, so I guess that might be why. This year however, has not been the best.
For now, we don't celebrate much with family...but we have to face time them, or just give them a card. Presents will be light, but the love will be strong. The cake will still be made (let's hope)
I feel this Birthday will be still the same. I'll still get those calls from family wishing and singing me a happy birthday song. This year will be ok, and I will still be happy. What is it about birthdays that makes us happy and upset at the same time? I guess it's just getting older. Seeing your family there makes you happy, but knowing age is just a number, it's true except on your birthday
When it's your birthday, you age another year. You've went through the sun for the whole year and are happy to have made it. 2020 has not been a great year for any of us. Some have lived through it, and some have not. With the year almost over and we are looking forward to 2021. And now, it's my turn, and I will be 36 in a few days.
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