Day 50

So, today is my birthday. I'm officially legal [for what, you will have to use your imagination].

It's been a fun few decades, I have to say, and I've had a good life so far, and am looking forward to more adventures and mischiefs.

Lately, perhaps because of my impending birthday, I kept thinking about my childhood. My family wasn't rich -- far from it, actually -- and I do remember being envious of all the "nice stuff" my friends had. I tried to fit in, but I couldn't afford all those fancy tennis rackets and shoes and road trips. But now I look back on my childhood, I realized I had so much fun, so many friends, and really all I ever needed. Was it perfect? No, but whose childhood is? What I had, and still have, is love and support of my family. In fact, I think I'm really spoiled (for a writer) because I was so loved and never had to go through any real traumas or significant losses. I sometimes wonder, "Does that make my stories less potent or powerful, because I haven't experienced real tragedies?" But I realize, first-person experiences are not prerequisites of being a writer. Imagination, hard-work, and empathy are; and I think I've got those.

500 words, 21000 words total
315 days and 164500 words to go


dani sulu said…
You have been lucky in your life, and how can that be your impeding factor.

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