45
In the days leading up to my 45th birthday, I fell into a funk. For some reason, my mind kept reminding me of some of my worst birthday memories. I know I've had many happy, fun birthdays surrounded by people who care deeply about me. But I could only think about the darker ones. It has been a minute (a little more than 1.8 million minutes, to be more exact) since I've written, so I thought it might be a good time to get back to it. Maybe if I try hard and be intentional, I can remember some of the good times too. 6 I don't remember this one, but it's one of the few birthdays that I'm fortunate enough to have some pictures to look back on. I'm wearing a He-Man birthday hat, unwrapping a variety of gifts that include a wrestling figure of Hillbilly Jim, my favorite Matchbox cars, and what appears to be a toy tommy gun. I'm pretty sure one of those Matchbox cars is responsible for a scar on my poor sister's face. According to my Mom, m...