Which was the best year of your life (so far)?
this is a fun question to ponder. I know that the last year of my life that I consider I existed in a blissfully unaware state was 8, and this remains my absolute favourite number.
8 was the year it felt like we went to the cottage every.single.weekend. though I doubt that was the reality. 8 was the year I remember my mom let me splash around in the concrete pool at Ontario Place. 8 had me at Centre Island, Casa Loma, the X AND 8 was how old I was when I was riding in the outdoor elevator up to the top of the CN Tower when my balloon popped and nearly every adult on board had a mini stroke of fear.
I was oblivious
8 was the last time I remember sitting on my uncle's lap
8 was when I lost a bunch of teeth up north and raked in a pile of cash because everyone visiting that night thought they should pitch in
8 was the age I fractured and dislocated my arm, contracted the mumps on both sides, got german measles and maybe even rubella. maybe I made that up. you'll have to forgive me ... it's my 8 year old's memory.
8 was the age I started singing both solos and duets, taking the alto harmony, and when I began performing in community theatre
8 was also the year of awakenings. I started to notice things about people, namely my relatives, that I had never noticed before.
8 had me starting to grow up
I am not convinced that 8 was the best year of my life, but it was most definitely the start of something(s) new