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the last few moments of being 29, I counted down the seconds, the microseconds. Watched the clock intently. Would something magical happen? Would I instantly be old? Would wrinkles start to appear, and the short-term memory disappear? Would I suddenly have a craving for prune juice? In those last few seconds, I saw the last 3 decades pass before my eyes. Why hadn't I done everything youthful before the time expired? I rummaged through my closet for the funkiest trendiest item that a 30 year old CERTAINLY couldn't wear. After all, I'd be old. I mean after that, I'd be destined to wear granny underwear under my trendy clothing. The clock was ticking still that November evening. And then it was 12:00 A.M. Not accurate, since I can't remember what time I was born. I used that time to determine that I had crossed into another decade. But I didn't look any other. I didn't feel any different. It's just a number.
Phew! What a relief......
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