My dad used to ask me "boy, when is your birthday?"
I never had a clue, why he could ask me such question when he was/is my Dad
Not to mention that sometimes he punished me for forgetting my birthday date
As a kid I was wondering, thinking, if this bloody day was a holiday! haha
Remembering my birthday
Remembering my birthday
Was the first thing I learned to memorize before my names
Fun thing when the date comes in, no party,
No gifts, no anything
The only one thing I received on my day was a reminder message from my Dad, Pole you are 15 act like 15, Pole You are 20 act like 20, pole you are... Act like you are..., and that is the end of the story.
For sure if I had an aptitude, I could have deleted this day in 365 days of the year.
.... To be continued
Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
Psalm 90:12
touché
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