What has two thumbs, speaks limited French and didn't cry this year on her birthday?
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| This moi! |
Indeed, it was a very happy Smithday for me. And if you don't know what that means, I'm certainly not going to explain it to you (See, my youth may be fleeting; but my immaturity is holding strong). And as
someone, whose name I won't mention, kept reminding me, this was the 20th anniversary of my 7th birthday.
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| Molly...it was Molly |
For those of you who don't remember, that was a very good birthday...a day about which I cherish countless wonderful memories.
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A day that nobody could have ruined...
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| Molly...it was Molly |
Besides, who can remember what happened in 1992 anyway?! The spunky little genius who kept this journal for Mrs. Miller's bet kakhol, that's who:
As you might suspect, the journal reflects sweet, sensitive nature of my angelic childhood self.
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| Perfect child |
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| Adult with extremely selective memory |
In going back and re-reading my 20 year old journal, I realized how completely I failed to live up to my own expectations for myself. As a 7 year old I prognosticated that in 10 years I would have completed some revolutionary scientific work. To be more precise, I wrote: "10 years from now I will make a animle that is hafe dinosr hafe monkey. My mom is going to go crazy because I can't find a home for it."
If I had to take a guess, I would say that 7 year old me was envisioning something like this:
But with one of these:
And definitely one of these:
Alas, as I'm sure you can imagine, 17 was a busy year for me with college applications and all...thus, I never did get around to making that Monkeysaur. I'm sorry, 7 year old me, for not having created that abomination that you so whimsically concocted in your crazy little head. If it makes you feel any better, 17 wasn't a complete bust. It's the year that I had this very useful photo taken:
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| Uniquely good photo with not one but TWO open eyes |
And if that doesn't do it for you, 7 year old me, remember that your prediction had two parts:
- That you would violate the laws of nature by creating the world's first Monkeysaur
- That your mother would go crazy.
So rejoice, the intervening 20 years definitely made good on part 2.
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| ...and it didn't even take a Monkeysaur |
And now, I will echo what I've decided are your sentiments, and wish me a happy birthday.
...Also, 7 and 17 year old me, I just want to let you know that we landed a hottie.
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| Proof |
