Write a post inspired by your sixteenth birthday.
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Sixteenth birthday. . . . .another birthday in the series of birthdays reminding me that I’m growing OLD. I remember that was the last birthday that ‘got’ celebrated. My sister and other cousins threw a party for me. Nowadays, I can’t imagine why anybody would want to celebrate birthdays. They are a reminder of how I’m growing older by the day, along with that one gray hair I see while combing. From being a troublesome teenager, to looking forward to someone else’s birthday (keep guessing), I’ve come a long way I guess. In the meantime, I’ve been constantly on the horns of some dilemma or the other, being amazed at how things manage to get so complicated for me, making decisions that I continue analyzing to this day, whereas other people have apparently chosen to follow the path of least resistance. Gasp. . . .simply looking back at life can make you feel sort of tired sometimes.
In response to: Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen