well there it is. i’m 33. different birthdays in my life stand out in my mind.
I feel like Forrest Gump when he talks about it being funny what someone remembers about their life.
I remember turning 10. I was happy to be in the double digits.
15 was a big year, I mean if I was jewish I’d be a man and if I was a girl I’d have a quincianera and be a woman right.
of course 18 was nice and with my chosen career path I was an adult and able to make those decisions.
I of course remember turning 21, I was away from my wife and I was also away from her at 22 in a land far away.
After that it’s all a blur and turning 30 was difficult but I’m on OK with it now. 33 was a great birthday. It started with a day of work but the kids were then when I was off. After getting them ready we met the wife at Bucca di Beppo for some dinner. I couldn’t/wouldn’t have had a better day. What a day!