Happy Birthday to Me
I don’t know what I did on my 13th birthday. I can venture to guess, since it was the middle of August 1981, that I spent some time playing video games and some time hanging out by the pool.
If you had told me then that I could do pretty much the exact same things to celebrate 30 years later, I would have paid a pretty steep price to guarantee that.
In reality, I could think of nothing else I wanted to do when I turned 43 a couple of weeks ago. Since my birthday fell on a Sunday, everything lined up perfectly.