I'm having a melancholy day. My mom died 16 years ago today. And it's making me sad thinking about my 16th birthday. I totally though my mom would get me a car. I had NO reason to think that - we didn't have much money and it really wasn't her style, but I just wanted one so desperately. Instead, she gave me a typewriter. She said that some author (of course now I can't remember who) had said the best gift she had ever received was a typewriter. So that's what I got for my 16th birthday. I can see the beauty of that now. But at 16, I was profoundly disappointed. I literally looked inside the typewriter to see if there were car keys hidden in it. Kinda funny to think about it now. How clueless we can be when we're young. And unappreciative. If I would have known then I'd only share the planet with my mom another 9 years. Gulp.
