“I refuse as I age to deny my years. When asked at 30, I’ll be 30. When the question comes up at 45, I’ll take 45. For what year could I subtract? The one in which my son or daughter was born? Or the year I first fell in love? How about one less favorable? Like the year I came down with pneumonia. Or one of those grief-filled years spent saying good-by to someone close? No, I think I’ll keep them all, the good years, the bad and even the not so memorable.”
~ Sheila B. Cabrera
I read this when I was 15 years old. Somehow, I remembered it through all these years. Maybe because it is true...for everybody.
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