Happy birthday to me. It seems strange to say that after all of this time, but it still rings in my head each time this day comes. I am not sure if the desire to wish myself a happy day has always has come to me on my birthday or if it is something that has come to me as I wander. September 28th. My day of days. I wonder if it is the same for those who follow other calendars, or is this something unique to those of us who stick to the Gregorian one? Weird questions are common in my head as I live through these experiences, these days of a day. I still don't completely understand what is going on. Why am I wandering? Is it only me? There are many who have shared this day with me, why have I not met them? Perhaps this has nothing to do with this day or day with the calendar. Perhaps it is, ...... No, it must be related to my birthday because all my experiences have been on this day. I wonder when I will will show up next.
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On This Day
General FictionA brief trip through time and events and their meaning in the life of one person. If you like what you read votes and comments are appreciated.
