I was born a 52 cm long chubby blob; wrinkly and just generally unpleasant looking. According to dad there were a couple of black hairs and my eyes were looking at opposite directions.
I grew, my hair turned blonde, I lost my wrinkles… and I discovered the garden! We had, in my eyes back then, a huuuuge garden. I couldn’t crawl across it in one go without a rest. But I liked to rest in the garden so that was ok. We had a lot of bugs, they were my friends. I pet them. I tasted some of them. I stretched the worms until they split in two. We had fun! I remember keeping bugs in a jar in my drawer in the bedroom, I used to find them when mum insisted I clean up. Nobody would touch my room. In a way it all worked in my favor.
I also liked to eat dirt. I guess thats why I rarely get sick. There were cats and other animals running around the garden at night and I am sure they peed on my dirt before I ate it.
I grew more. I became a young lady, the lady I am today. Less dirty looking, more dirty spoken.
Today I am celebrating with loved ones. I had amazing tiger prawns and Porco Preto for lunch with hubby, and I am meeting some friends at Hotel Tivoli’s rooftop bar shortly. Wine, good views, good chats and good company! How divine!!
Happy birthday to me!