So, today is my 30th birthday. I'm not depressed or feeling old. I mean why should I feel any older than I did yesterday when I was still 29? I have a friend that instead of turning 30 she claimed she was turning 20-10. I am OK with saying 30. But there are a few things, memories actually, that make me feel old.
When you're a kid you perceive your parents as old. It's just the way things are. You are a kid. Your parents are old. And because of his idea that parents always seem old to their kids, I am haunted by some memories that make me feel old.
When my dad turned 30, my mom threw him a big party. She went all out. Bonfire. Balloons. Games. Yes, she went big & it was all a surprise. My favorite part, was that the guest could play the games and win tickets. What were the tickets for you may ask. They got one water balloon for each ticket they earned. And then, later in the party, my dad had to stand in front of a chalk line silhouette and everyone got to throw their balloons at him. It was a blast.
Yes, I remember when my dad turned 30 and I thought he was old. How do I remember this so vividly? Because I was 8. Eight. I was old enough to know my dad was old. To understand that 30 was old. Here's one even better...when my mom was 30, I was 10.
Those memories are what make me feel old. That I remember my parents turning 30 and thinking they were SO OLD. Of course, now I realize they weren't. Thirty isn't any different than 29+1. So, Happy 30th Birthday to me!