After our Disneyland excursion was complete, I delivered my friend Brenda to her relatives living just north of San Diego. There we stayed for almost four hours while she reminisced and remembered many stories from their childhoods. There was a birthday party for a two-year old, replete with singing, presents, cupcakes and a candle in the shape of the number 2, followed by a spontaneous one for me, fifty one years older than the two-year old. I also had singing, cupcakes, no presents, but a re-used candle in the shape of the number 2 which I was tasked with blowing out.
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