here we go again

When I was a kid, my birthday was like a magical ME day. I believed that the world would send me a present.

I was a very magical thinking kid.

When I was around 10, we lived on Cooper Lane. I have a lot of great, beautiful memories from that place. I’ll probably haunt that road when I die. Anyway, behind our house was a creek that ran all the way down the street.

On my birthday, I went outside and looked for my gift. I went down into the creek and, lo and behold, there was turtle. A small box turtle. I put it a bucket and it was my best friend for the entire day. I took it with me everywhere and we had adventures that only a little girl and a turtle can enjoy.

At the end of the day, I went back to the spot where I found the turtle in the creek and let it go. It toddled off, into the water, and I never saw it again.

Today, I turn 58 years old. That’s a lot of spins around the sun. And, no, I haven’t had anything like that turtle birthday since I was a kid. I worry that, maybe…as one gets older, magic gets dimmer. Like our eyesight. Or maybe this life just dulls us to it. I don’t know but, I hope that maybe I can find some kind of magic today.

Just got to keep my eyes open.