I don’t celebrate birthdays.
Not mine and anybody else’s. A quirk I have with my own strange reasons.
But I do at least acknowledge my second birthday and thus announce I am 45 years old today.
I had never worn a seat belt till that day. Drunk driver t-boned himself into my car. He spent 9 months in a hospital, at least two in a coma.
I and a friend walked away with seat belt bruises only.
Let’s say that my hate for drunk drivers has not diminished one iota.
I do keep grudges.
PS: It was Mother’s Day to boot.