Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday to me! Thirty eight years ago I made my first physical appearance. Up to then I was tucked away safely in my mothers womb waiting for the right moment to appear. I have never looked back. Actually I always felt the magic number for me is going to be forty. I am not sure why but I have been looking forward to being forty for several years now as I have dredged my way through these thirties. Two more years to go. Okay call me crazy. I have been reminiscing a lot lately about my childhood.
I was born in Petoskey, Michigan, and for those that are mathimatically challenged, in 1967. 1967 the year of the first Superbowl, oppostion to the Vietnam war increased, Muhammed Ali was arrested for refusing to do military service, riots broke out in Detroit, the first compact microwave oven for the home was introduced, "flower children" gathered in the Haight-Ahbury district in San Fransico, Rolling Stone magazine had its first publication, South African surgeon Christian Bernard performed the first open heart surgery, The Graduate was a hit at the box office, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club band by the Beatles was the Album of the year.
I hope for obvious reasons I don't remember any of this. To come to my first memories you have to fast forward into the 70's.(As they come I will type) I remember Mrs. Baker, Karen Bakers mom; my babysitter, I remember rollerskating on the weekends, I remember my father letting me order off the menu for the first time, I remember the raspberry bushes, I remember my friend Sue and jumping on her neighbors trampoline, I remember eating to many green apples and getting sick on the way to my grandparents house, I remember camping in the U.P. and taking the hinges off the bathroom doors and I'm not sure if that was my idea but it was funny at the time, I remember spending the night with my cousin Sherri and how much fun we had even though her brother was mean to me at times, I remember my Grandma Shirley making be bologna and ketchup sandwhichs and always having ice cream and cookies, I remember my first love Patrick Daniels, I remember all the Nancy Drew books I read and my Dad not believing me so he asked me who the author was and I proudly stated Carolyn Keene, I remember feeling lonely, I remember being scared, I remember not having many friends, I remember not know really why, I remember being different and having lots of unanswered questions, I remember writing at a very early age but no one really caring, I remember reaching out but to scared to follow through, I remember not being perfect or maybe what others thought was perfect, I remember busting at the seams with answers no one wanted to hear. Despite all these memories and many more I am who I am today with no more apologies or excuses because Forty here I come.
I was born in Petoskey, Michigan, and for those that are mathimatically challenged, in 1967. 1967 the year of the first Superbowl, oppostion to the Vietnam war increased, Muhammed Ali was arrested for refusing to do military service, riots broke out in Detroit, the first compact microwave oven for the home was introduced, "flower children" gathered in the Haight-Ahbury district in San Fransico, Rolling Stone magazine had its first publication, South African surgeon Christian Bernard performed the first open heart surgery, The Graduate was a hit at the box office, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club band by the Beatles was the Album of the year.
I hope for obvious reasons I don't remember any of this. To come to my first memories you have to fast forward into the 70's.(As they come I will type) I remember Mrs. Baker, Karen Bakers mom; my babysitter, I remember rollerskating on the weekends, I remember my father letting me order off the menu for the first time, I remember the raspberry bushes, I remember my friend Sue and jumping on her neighbors trampoline, I remember eating to many green apples and getting sick on the way to my grandparents house, I remember camping in the U.P. and taking the hinges off the bathroom doors and I'm not sure if that was my idea but it was funny at the time, I remember spending the night with my cousin Sherri and how much fun we had even though her brother was mean to me at times, I remember my Grandma Shirley making be bologna and ketchup sandwhichs and always having ice cream and cookies, I remember my first love Patrick Daniels, I remember all the Nancy Drew books I read and my Dad not believing me so he asked me who the author was and I proudly stated Carolyn Keene, I remember feeling lonely, I remember being scared, I remember not having many friends, I remember not know really why, I remember being different and having lots of unanswered questions, I remember writing at a very early age but no one really caring, I remember reaching out but to scared to follow through, I remember not being perfect or maybe what others thought was perfect, I remember busting at the seams with answers no one wanted to hear. Despite all these memories and many more I am who I am today with no more apologies or excuses because Forty here I come.
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