Saturday, August 4

How Did This Happen?

Since my birthday is in September, I have a habit of spending the summer months telling people I'm the age I'm about to turn. I believe this started in 1982, when I just couldn't wait to turn 10. More recently, I had the bordering-on-existential experience of telling someone I'm 35. It still seems like an age that's far in the distance, but it's right there in front of me.

1 comment:

genevieve said...

I turned 59 on Saturday. You're young, Cheryl.

Gennee