You’re 12 years old. It’s your birthday. Write for ten minutes on that memory. GO.
I can only do this if I type very slowly, because I r e m e m b e r n o t h i n g. Nothing at all. Zip. Zilch. I found out in one of my grad school classes that some non-trivial percentage of adults can remember little more from, say, 10 to 14 than they can from birth to 5. I have more clear memories from elementary school than I do from seventh and eighth grade, although I guess if I was turning 12 I’d have been in between sixth and seventh, since I was young for my grade. At any rate, I’ve got nothing at all and even filibustering for a few sentences I’ve only been writing for a minute or so.
(Man. I’ve been sitting here for several more minutes and I can’t come up with a birthday party story in general worth telling. Let’s turn this one on you guys: what do you think my twelfth birthday party must have been like? ENTERTAIN ME WITH YOUR LIES.)
(Real post later; I’ve got a meeting this afternoon so I’m killing an hour at home for lunch.)
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