The 29th Year
It was in the late afternoon, almost evening-ish on the 8th of March 1980 when a woman in labour was wheeled into an empty waiting room thanks to a negligent nurse. Not much later, a little baby girl was born in that empty waiting room while her family was anxiously waiting for them elsewhere. That baby was me. *Somewhere out there on a radio playing in someone's house, or in a car, or even a restaurant, one of the many radio stations would have been playing the song "Crazy Little Thing Called Love" Many years later a few hours before she officially turns the unseen page of age 29, she sits in front of her laptop listening to some music while figuring out what to write to document that particular moment in time. It's been an interesting journey and she wonders what the final year of her third decade has in store for her. She reels back in amazement at the speed time has flown by, but she knows that she wants to make this year one hell of a memorable one... As o how...