What I want on my birthday (swunked from sartorias - never let a good idea go to waste)

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So, tomorrow I turn 46.

Here is my wish, for anyone dropping by, who has a few extra seconds: you share with me some special memory. This was sartorias' suggestion, which I cannot improve upon: I know how busy people are. It doesn't have to be long. One good thing about having a brain wired for image is that the briefest reference to, say, "The day i saw a triple rainbow" brings immediately to mind the day when I was ten that I saw a triple rainbow. There I am on my bike, riding downhill as fast as I can because the biggest rainbow ends, so clearly, right where Linda C lives, at the bottom of the hill below school, where two streets converge...the light is silvery-gray, and smells of wet pavement and grass, there are three levels of clouds and all of them ragged. How I loved the magic of that day--even if the end of the rainbow kept moving. But somehow it was better to never find the end.

And incidentally: happy birthday to bdunbar and to the lovely purple_mirie!

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My best memory, and the one I recall the most often when things are dreary and nothing makes much sense, is being 10 or 11 years old, sprawled on my bed in my room on a sunny afternoon, reading. Homework done, chores finished, just silence and me and a book and countless adventures. Life was good then.

Happy birthday!

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That is a mood one does sometimes recapture when a good book or comic is at hand and it is late afternoon and NO crap coming down. Thank you.