There was a time when my birthdays were Happy Birthdays.
There was a time when I used to feel elated when people sang the happy birthday song.
There was a time when I used to get something called post-Happy-Birthday-depression, the very next day of my Happy Birthday.
There was a time when I could not wait for the next Happy Birthday and wondered why it took so long.
There is this time when, for the first time I felt my birthdays are coming a lot frequently 🙂
I have crossed quarter century and I desperately wish to go back a few years, not because I want to do anything different but because I want to have more of those years 🙂 ( and because I am not sure I could manage that in the coming years).
This is a special moment folks 🙂 , things are changing and I have a feeling that others expect me to be more responsible now.
Sigh! I don’t want to grow up!!
I assume you remember Kevin Arnold, Paul Pfeiffer