This is an oldie, but a goodie from over a decade ago. My friends were turning twenty-five. It may be laughable now, but we were struggling with aging and growing up. I’m actually more comfortable with getting older now than I was then. Since today is Julie’s, my best friend from elementary school, birthday, it seemed only fitting to pull this from the archive. Happy Birthday, Julie. And to every twenty-five-year-old: it’s going to be okay.
Elementary School Games
Upon turning twenty-five, in Peter Pan fashion, Julie planned a birthday party for herself filled with elementary school games like bombardment, kick ball, and spud.
On average, I’d guess the attendees at the party were between twenty-five and thirty-five. The point is, we would be categorized a young, at least according to my grandma.
After five hours of playing games designed for children, I injured my hip (which would result in a visit to a physical therapist), Julie’s right ear became permanently attached to her right shoulder due to a kink in her neck (that required massage and physical therapy to undo), and Matt hurt his […]