Those birthdays just pile up
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dreaminghopeThis is it... the end of my twenties. I'll be thirty tomorrow.
My uncle took it upon himself to tell me that turning thirty was the only birthday he had trouble dealing with. That's when he realized that he would never be twenty-nine again – that he wasn't a "young person" anymore – and he wondered if this was all there was to life.
I'm not having any such concerns. I've already had my age-related existential crisis.
My tough birthday was my tenth.
The night before I turned ten, I lay in bed, sleepless, restless, for hours. I would never be nine again. I would never be a little kid again. Was this all there was to life? Nothing was ever going to be the same ever again. After all, from then on, my age would always have two digits in it.
My uncle took it upon himself to tell me that turning thirty was the only birthday he had trouble dealing with. That's when he realized that he would never be twenty-nine again – that he wasn't a "young person" anymore – and he wondered if this was all there was to life.
I'm not having any such concerns. I've already had my age-related existential crisis.
My tough birthday was my tenth.
The night before I turned ten, I lay in bed, sleepless, restless, for hours. I would never be nine again. I would never be a little kid again. Was this all there was to life? Nothing was ever going to be the same ever again. After all, from then on, my age would always have two digits in it.
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Date: 2009-03-04 08:30 am (UTC)http://www.birthdaycards.com/bc/birthday_cards/card_90000_184.html