When I was little, every year I'd ask my mother how old she was... and each year she would reply 29.... so when I was about 8 I realized the math didn't add up and asked, how that was possible since I got older each year? Grandma then let out that my Mom was realy 43... She told me she once saw a commerical on TV asking lttie kids what they wanted to be when they grew up and one said Fireman, and another said Teacher and one said, "well, I always wanted to be 29!" so she told people she was 29... and now she is 63 and I am 29.
I am at the age where my mom started lying about how old she was...
I am at the age where my next birthday will be the big 30...
I am in the last year of my 20's....
All I can say is that 28 was a bad year, and I hope 29 is a million times better! If only it could all be as simple as it was when I was one?
