There have been so many birthdays throughout the passages of life. This one seems almost like another lifetime. I was a young girl who loved the movies, so my parents took me and a few friends to what was then the Fox Theater.
It was a huge place, full of grandeur as the old theaters used to be. The Jungle Book was playing, and all I remember is that we laughed and had a good time.
Oddly, it wasn't about who I was with, and I'm not sure how to explain that. I only remember two of my friends who attended that movie party, and today, they are, well, who knows where. We've long grown apart, time separating us as well as distance.
Yet for those few hours, we were connected by the birthday bond, and since we were kids, all we had to do was have a good time. There were no responsibilities or tragic realities in life then. Everything was lighthearted and free. Maybe that's why I remember that day with fondness, even though the clarity of the event is lacking.
Are details really that important? Isn't it really the spirit of an event that provides the heart which will make us remember decades later?
Oh, to be that innocent youth again, giggling with girlfriends while a bear sang about The Bare Necessities in life.
