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Originally Posted by Berkeley
Thing is, I'm only now starting to live. When I was 21, approaching 22, I died. In my prime I sank into a deep hole.
Anyway, it's good to be alive again.  |
I was married very young, had kids right away. By the time I was 25, I had a husband, two kids, a mortgage and a car payment. On my 25th birthday I cried. I told my husband that while I wouldn't trade anything in my life, I felt like I had wasted my youth.
All of my friends were just getting married, or having babies, and here I was, an
old lady. So I told him that say that before I turned 30, I had to do something really crazy to prove to myself that I was still young and fun.
->->->->->->->-> fast forward 4 years and 51 weeks...
The week before my 30th birthday, My husband said "remember your 25th birthday, when you cried". Until he mentioned it, I hadn't. He said "you said you wanted to do something REALLY crazy, well you are going to".
My response was, "But I changed my mind about getting a tatoo!"
His response was, "it's not a tatoo"
IF YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT IT WAS, CHECK MY AVATAR!
Thankfully, I grew up and realized that I am not old (eventhough I am almost 10 years older than the birthday when I cried), I am enjoying life, and I have to say THESE are the best years
so far, but I am looking forward to many more great ones to come.
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