It’s my birth­day

The Gulf News (Port aux Basques) - - EDITORIAL - Chantelle MacIsaac That’s what she said

What bet­ter way to plas­ter the news. To­day marks another year gone, but I am not com­plain­ing.

I re­mem­ber turn­ing 30 (I still tell peo­ple I never). It was a lit­tle rough, but my dear friends made the best of it.

One de­scribed me as $29.99 plus tax, and so that was the age I turned.

There’s an old say­ing, “You are only as old as you feel.” Some days I most cer­tainly feel my age but for the most part, no way!

Just last week I was asked for iden­ti­fi­ca­tion. That was ex­cit­ing!

Birth­days cer­tainly change when you get older. I can re­mem­ber older peo­ple say­ing that when I was young.

At eight years old you can’t wait to wake up, to see if you have a gift, and see the spec­tac­u­lar cake your aunt may have dec­o­rated. You couldn’t wait to go to school and see your friends and to have a birth­day party and in­vite every­one you know.

When you get older, you don’t care to get out of bed, you hope some­one bought you socks and you pray a piece of cake won’t go straight to the hips.

Work­ing on your birth­day should be a crime and be hon­est, a party at my age kills me for three days.

My fam­ily will be who I share my day with.

When we think of birth­days, they seem far apart, but when you look back at all those you have cel­e­brated, you won­der where all the time went.

To­day, I don’t mind cel­e­brat­ing my $33.99 birth­day, plus tax of course.

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