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We Live in One of the Most Beautiful Places on the Planet — Why on Earth Would We Move?
A Warning or A Mid-Life Crisis — Maybe Both.
Life in the ’80s.
I love birthdays. Growing up, the excitement and anxiety of getting invited/not getting invited to a birthday party was palpable. It was the 80’s, so it wasn’t automatic. There was no such thing as everyone gets invited, or everyone gets a trophy.
Two parties stand out, and neither were mine. One was my best friend’s. There were five of us that were besties from kindergarten through junior high. Yes, I’m old enough that I went to Junior High instead of Middle School.
We must’ve been 9 or 10. My friend’s mom came out of the house to ask, “do you girls know how to drive four-wheelers?” In the ’80s, that’s what we called ATVs.
Of course we do!
We had never driven anything before. We hopped on and held our breath. My best friend on one, my other best friend behind me on mine, holding on for dear life.
I gunned it, and we took off in a flash. I was out of control, and we were all…
