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Six Sentence Story: Milestone

A yellow flowered party hat sits on a pink background with the words, "Happy birthday!"

Each week, Denise hosts the Six Sentence Story blog hop. Each week, she comes up with a new prompt, and each week, bloggers post their short stories. I don't always join in, but I've never regretted participating. This week's prompt: milestone. 

One day made all the difference. Yesterday, she had been young and carefree, but now, a new phase of life beckoned. She couldn't wrap her mind around the passage of time; though the previous years comprised her entire life, they had gone by so quickly. Did everyone else feel the same way? Though other milestone birthdays would come and go, it would be 90 years until a similar birthday came. Acquiring that second digit in her age gave her a sense of maturity; she could only imagine how old she would feel when she turned 100!

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  1. We never get used to that passage of time. Wonderful six!

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  2. Cool. I remember turning ten, the double digit time. I also remember thinking people my age were ancient...

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    1. That's true. I remember having a classmate whose mom was turning 50, and I felt sorry for him for having such an old mom--half-way to 100! Needless to say, my opinion of 50 has long-since changed.

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  3. Ah, entering the double digits - surely the most exciting birthday for a child :D Hopefully, she does reach 100! I marvel my own self at how quickly time passes.

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    1. As grandma is 102+, I think she has a good shot. :-)

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  4. At 10 I thought 40 was elderly. Now that geezer has pushed me over 20+ more. Great 6.

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    1. Funny how time changes perspective, isn't it?

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  5. This girl's got PLANS! (And honestly, the thought of living to triple digits just makes me tired. lol)

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    1. 100 years sounds like a long time, but I'm not sure I'll be ready to go then.

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  6. just you wait (to your protagonist)...
    Its said that Oscar Wilde said, 'Youth is wasted on the young.'
    I get that more now than I did when I was.

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    1. Kind of along the same line as you don't know what you had until it's gone.

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  7. Now the possibilities of acquiring that second “0” may seem even more of a reality, even though you still have a lot of living yet to do. Enjoy every year!
    Great SSS.

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    1. Oh, I think I've always planned on getting to that 3rd digit! :-)

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  8. Ah, a milestone to be sure. God willing, I'll never see the next one!!!

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    1. I might be in the minority here, but I'm planning on celebrating 100!

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