enzo525

So, it's my birthday. Is it really that big of a deal? Not really, but then again it has some significance. I remember when I was younger I used to love getting presents and stuff from my family, but now that I'm older I love the company of friends and family. But the one thing I miss the most is the story my grandpa would tell every year(except for the last two years). back in the day it would usually start during dinner or after dinner when I was itching to open my presents, then as the years went by, some times it would be over the phone, or from the surprise visit from my grandparents. My grandpa would say ......
" I remember when you were born, your grandmother and I drove out to Lewis town Montana to see you and your mother. Boy was there snow everywhere, and I remember getting the chev stuck in the parking lot of the hospital." (it was a yellow 76 chevy Malibu)
"And boy where you a fussy little fella, I think you had collick"( I'm not sur how you spell it but it's some kind of thing that babys get that make them cry all the time). At that point my grandma would but in with a disgusted look on her face and remark "Oh Burt,now stop that!" Then my grandpa would laugh and smile. He was kind of a teaser and was always getting under my grandma's skin about stuff like that.

I remember and miss stuff like that.

So yeah, I'm 29!


I hope this will be a good one, and thanks to all who have been my friends for that last couple years. It really means a lot.