 How old were you when you got to stay up past midnight for the first time? Well? How old? Me, I was 8. Yep, you read that right. 8. (Okay, so it was for church. And I had to wear an itchy dress with itchy tights. And there was standing. And kneeling. And a long homily.) But I got to see what the world looked like at 12:00 a.m., and let me tell you, it was sparkly.
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3/14/2022 01:01:22 pm
I was younger than 8, and it wasn't that I "got" to stay up. *I* made the decision to stay up night after night, reading by my pen flashlight or watching late-night black and white movies as I stood on my bed (top bunk bed) and looked over the door that was closed except for a few inches. Became a fan of classic movies and horror movies because of that experience, which turned into a love of mystery books. Probably explains how I became a night owl. 3/15/2022 03:58:33 am
I love that your first foray into the south side of midnight was "sparkly." Makes it ALL worthwhile! Leave a Reply. |
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