Such a fitting post for me to write about in so many ways. First off I’m always late. I was due on March 17th St. Patrick’s Day 1966 and I disappointed my half-Irish Mother by being born a day late. I never heard the end of it throughout my life. I might as well have been born on St. Patty’s because even though my birth certificate says March 18th…every single childhood party was a sea of shamrocks and green.
I am not complaining in the least because if you’re going to be born near a holiday, then St. Patrick’s Day is the best one! When I was turning 21 I was standing at the door of an Irish Bar and as soon as it turned midnight I was let into welcome my legal drinking years with green beer and an instant party full of fun!
That was the last time I had celebrated my birthday that way until this year came along. Time to do it again! So out I went in my Irish Princess tiara and with the help of a band I welcomed in 48 with a bar full of drunk party people!
So back to this prompt. How do I stay young at heart??? I don’t take life too seriously. I splash in mud puddles. I stomp through leaf piles. I look for cloud animals. I swing on the swingset.
I still do all the things that brought me joy as a child.
And I’ll never grow up…life is more fun when you’re skipping hand in hand 🙂