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I will be 43 this July. F O R T Y T H R E E! I think a lot about how old my parents were at certain times in my life, and how their lives compare to my life. For instance, when we were living in San Diego, say, in 1982, my mom was 44 years old and my dad was 42. But as I sit here, and do my mental side by side...I see two completely different scenarios. I don't mean a good vs bad way...but I am not sure if I can describe it. My parents seemed so "grown-up" at that time when I look back. They had two teenage daughters and an 8 year old. They were socially very busy...We pretty much sat down at a "set" table every night. I guess what I'm trying to convey is that I don't feel like my life is anything like my parents life was at this age, although, aside from setting the table for every meal, we seem to have the same characteristics...but I remember my parents or our home life being way more serious than what I experience daily. I suppose by then my parents marriage was not a very happy one...(My mom moved to Argentina the following year?)...I remember my parents mostly as being so parental...so serious. I'm sure they showed other sides of themselves with their friends, but I don't remember much of this...

How will O remember our life and his parents?