That’s one thing I remember about that day. Another is having my legs waxed for the first time, but let’s not talk about that.
Other things I remember? There are three that come to mind.
The first is that I stayed up really late finishing the John Irving book A Prayer For Owen Meany, which I was reading because my boyfriend at the time told me I reminded him of one of the characters. (Hester the Molester. Try to imagine why we broke up.) Just yesterday, my friend Sarah and I discussed the same book, and when I told her the Hester/boyfriend story she said she could see what he meant.
The second thing I remember is that my cousin, who was only about eleven at the time, gave me markers and a letter writing set as a gift – a gift I now think of as one of the best gifts ever. I used up almost all the letter stuff over the years and the markers still work.
The final, and perhaps most important thing I remember is looking into the mirror in the middle of the night on the 17th and thinking, ‘This is it. This is me, grown up.’
This morning, I looked into the mirror and thought, “This is it? This is me grown up?’
D stayed up all night baking me a cake and arranging pretty roses for me, so all in all ... all's well.
Thanks to everyone who sent greetings. You guys are the cats' pyjamas.
Times are far between and few,