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Rated: 18+ · Book · Personal · #2017254
My random thoughts and reactions to my everyday life. The voices like a forum.
I do not know quite what happened or when , but my hubby and I now qualify for seniors' discounts at some venues. This creates a quandary; in order to save money, but not face, we have to admit to our age. HMMMM..... We definitely do not consider ourselves to be old. In this day and age ,when people as a whole are living longer and healthier lives why are 'young seniors', those in their fifties, like moi, considered 'old'?? It's so true that age is just a perception! "Maturity" is very objective/subjective, and I object! Whew, a few years have skittered by since I composed this biography block. Those "fifties" are in the rear view mirror and they are distant, fond memories. Oh, I do not plan to stop writing any time soon.
March 9, 2020 at 10:13pm
March 9, 2020 at 10:13pm
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PROMPT: What is your first memory of being really excited?
         This is a great question to which I do not possess a ready answer. I always liked everything about attending school, so I will go with the first day of kindergarten. I remember my teacher, Miss Clare and nap time. I've never been a napper. Imagine a talker such as myself being introduced to a roomful of new classmates, potential listeners. How could I possibly observe a forced quiet time let alone stay still on my blanket?
         I recall learning to tie my shoes as a "big girl" before I could go to school. I believe I felt very proud of my new skill.
         My one-year old grand giggle, Alexandra, positively quivers and vibrates with excitement. Her legs kick. She clenches and unclenches her hands. She babbles. She grins. She tries not to blink.That girl radiates anticipation.


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