January 20th, 2013
So, Nine turned 6 on the 15th. How did this happen? That’s a question I ask myself whenever me or a family member has a Birthday. The answer is, Time.
In any case, my little sister is only one year away from being able to chew gum now. She’s a real sweetie, and I absolutely adore her. She was that one baby that I remember that was born in the middle of the night, or perhaps very early morning. I went to bed one night, and when I woke up, I had a baby sister! She was like a gift, and although all my siblings are gifts, (except maybe Seven,
) Nine was the one that felt the most like a present. With all the other births that I remember, Mom went into labor, and my Aunt would come take me away to her house, but Nine was special. I was one of the first people to see her, whereas in the case of several others, by the time I got to see my little sibling, about ten other people had already seen them.
The very best thing about Nine’s Birthday this year was that our cousin (who’s in the Army and barely ever gets to visit) was with us for both her Birthday party on the 13th and on her actual Birthday, which may not have meant a lot to her, but it certainly meant a lot to me. As I may have expressed in an earlier post, Bryant (or at least that’s what I’ve decided to call him) is more than like a brother to me, he very nearly is my brother.
In any case, my little sister is only one year away from being able to chew gum now. She’s a real sweetie, and I absolutely adore her. She was that one baby that I remember that was born in the middle of the night, or perhaps very early morning. I went to bed one night, and when I woke up, I had a baby sister! She was like a gift, and although all my siblings are gifts, (except maybe Seven,
) Nine was the one that felt the most like a present. With all the other births that I remember, Mom went into labor, and my Aunt would come take me away to her house, but Nine was special. I was one of the first people to see her, whereas in the case of several others, by the time I got to see my little sibling, about ten other people had already seen them.The very best thing about Nine’s Birthday this year was that our cousin (who’s in the Army and barely ever gets to visit) was with us for both her Birthday party on the 13th and on her actual Birthday, which may not have meant a lot to her, but it certainly meant a lot to me. As I may have expressed in an earlier post, Bryant (or at least that’s what I’ve decided to call him) is more than like a brother to me, he very nearly is my brother.
So, now, whether you’re going to read this part or not, I’m going to kind of ramble on about Time.
Time and I have never been on the best of terms. When I was young, (or rather, younger, since really, I still am young) Time went so slowly, because he knew that I really wanted to be grownup. I imagine Time sitting at a computer and distorting my perception of him, giggling to himself. When I became a tween, I decided to come to terms with the fact that Time was going to drag along forever and ever, and that I would be happy with the age that I was. It wasn’t immediate, but Time decided to go along at a pretty nice pace at that point.
Eventually, I decided that I wanted to be a kid again, and that was when Time completely messed things up. One morning, I came out of my bedroom, and realized that all my siblings were a year or two older, and Nine was very nearly my height. It didn’t take too long for me to come to terms with the fact that they were all old, but a few days later, I realized that I was old (er) as well. At this point, I imagine Time messing with all sorts of things and laughing manically.
Today, or more specifically, since round ’bouts the end of last year, Time has been very sneaky indeed. He makes me think that nothing really is happening, that he’s at a stand-still (which I’m perfectly content with), and then, whenever a sibling gets a new digit in their age, BAM!! Weeks, sometimes months, have passed.
And so now, if you read this, you know that Time and I do not get along.
Time and I have never been on the best of terms. When I was young, (or rather, younger, since really, I still am young) Time went so slowly, because he knew that I really wanted to be grownup. I imagine Time sitting at a computer and distorting my perception of him, giggling to himself. When I became a tween, I decided to come to terms with the fact that Time was going to drag along forever and ever, and that I would be happy with the age that I was. It wasn’t immediate, but Time decided to go along at a pretty nice pace at that point.
Eventually, I decided that I wanted to be a kid again, and that was when Time completely messed things up. One morning, I came out of my bedroom, and realized that all my siblings were a year or two older, and Nine was very nearly my height. It didn’t take too long for me to come to terms with the fact that they were all old, but a few days later, I realized that I was old (er) as well. At this point, I imagine Time messing with all sorts of things and laughing manically.
Today, or more specifically, since round ’bouts the end of last year, Time has been very sneaky indeed. He makes me think that nothing really is happening, that he’s at a stand-still (which I’m perfectly content with), and then, whenever a sibling gets a new digit in their age, BAM!! Weeks, sometimes months, have passed.
And so now, if you read this, you know that Time and I do not get along.
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