You’re 12 years old. It’s your birthday. Write for ten minutes on that memory. GO.
I can’t remember this. I tried. I really did try. Logic dictates that the birthday in which I turned 12 would have been the birthday when I was in the sixth grade. I can remember my friends and the various things that I liked, but can I remember my birthday? Fuck no.
Part of me thinks this may have been one of the first birthdays where I started trading out parties for bigger gifts. This may have been the year I saw my first Patriots game (It would be about the right time period). I am just not that certain about it.
I feel like I should be though. I feel like I should be able to recall various bits of minutia like birthdays. Aren’t those important?
I called the post “I think I have to lie” because If I want to write anything that goes beyond this paragraph, I’m going to have to start making shit up.
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