Today is my birthday.
Not a book birthday but my real birthday. I was always one to say that age didn't really matter to me and I didn't mind having a birthday. Actually, I like that I'm having one. So many of my classmates from school are not so fortunate.
I will admit, however, that I'm often feeling the effects of 64 years on the planet. You know, achy knees, fighting the menopause gut, adjusting to taking new meds. Social Security started this year for me, and next year, Medicare!
How did this happen? I mean, in my heart and head, I'm still that girl in the picture up there.
Yesterday, while cleaning the garage, I came upon a box that I've been moving from house to house for years. It was marked, "Kim's school stuff." (Kim is my legal name.) I decided to open it and see what was inside. It was an interesting collection:
- my 7th grade music folder;
- my marching band flute music holder;
- my Camp Fire Girl's loom;
- a Cincinnati Reds pennant;
- more school notebooks (anyone need Earth Science notes from 1972?);
- piano sheet music from the 60s/70s (all groovy);
- a half-empty scrapbook;
- two hymnals (I don't know why I saved these);
- a new testament Bible (one of those little red ones);
- a photo album of pictures I took with my first camera--a Polaroid;
- and my human hair fall.