Twenty-One Moments to Remember

Birthdays are a time of reflection, usually of the internal variety. Then again, most people don’t have a bi-weekly column read by a few dozen people on a college campus. Even fewer of these people get to write a column published on their actual birthday. So, with that said, I present to you a brief history of my life up to today, my 21st birthday.

1 I’m born. My mother gives me two middle names, the second of which is Word. Hilarity ensues.

2 I cry very little, and am often happy, which explains why I am now often sad and cry a lot.

3 No one bothers to teach me how to throw a baseball, football, or shoot a basketball. I vow to have my kids training from the day they pop out of the womb.