Birthdays
I turned 24 yesterday, and I thought about birthdays, specifically how we celebrate them.
When I was...
I didn't open gifts. I didn't eat cake. I just ran. A mile for every year I've been alive (Thanks Jim). I celebrated my life the way I wanted to, and I enjoyed every step. And when I returned home, I called my mom and told her, "Thanks for having me." (Thanks Rex)
It's about you, but it's also about all the people in your life who have helped mold you into the person you are today... and next year... and the year after that. Don't forget about them.
When I was...
- 1, my mom invited over everyone she knew to come pinch my cheeks and tell me how cute I was. I have no recollection.
- 10, I invited my friends to Grand Slam USA for some dunk-ball, batting cages and inflatable obstacle course.
- 12, I had a sleepover with some friends and we talked about girls we had a crush on. That never amounted to anything.
- 21, I celebrated the way everyone else wanted me to. I deferred to them, got wasted, and don't remember a thing.
I didn't open gifts. I didn't eat cake. I just ran. A mile for every year I've been alive (Thanks Jim). I celebrated my life the way I wanted to, and I enjoyed every step. And when I returned home, I called my mom and told her, "Thanks for having me." (Thanks Rex)
It's about you, but it's also about all the people in your life who have helped mold you into the person you are today... and next year... and the year after that. Don't forget about them.
posted by Dave at
10:52 PM 
1 Comments:
You should totally run a mile for every year you've been alive on EVERY birthday. Until you get too old. I can't imagine, for instance, being 85 running 85 miles. :)
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Shelley At
March 27, 2008 4:14 PM
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