On the occasion of my thirtieth birthday, I thought that I would review my life in ten-year increments.
1957: Launch of Sputnik. I am nowhere to be seen. Coincidence? I think not. Also the debut of Leave it to Beaver.
1967: Apparently a famous UFO sighting in Canada.
1977: Birth of me. Also . . . actually, not that much appears to have happened that day.
1987: From the pictorial record, it would appear that I was wearing a frumpy purple party outfit, and I forced my guests to play croquet and read books of scary stories and enter a can-crushing competition.
1997: This is a little fuzzy, since I've never been as good at labeling my pictures as certain people in my family. At the age of 20, I had never dated, did not own my own car or computer, and was just beginning my third year of college. I am sure I had a cake.
2007: I am now a grown-up, whether I want to be or not. By and large, I think this is a good thing. I am still in school, however . . . I also recently celebrated reaching the coveted 19th grade marker.
2017: I hope that I will be forcing neighbor children to play croquet for someone else entirely. Cheers.
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