Saturday 18 January 1986

I had my birthday party early. Lots of fun. Got games, comics, slingshot. Had a bon-fire.¹

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1. This bon-fire was held in the backyard. A Saturday night bon-fire in mid-January is one of life’s pleasures and I miss it now in my city dwelling days. The slingshot I remember the most fondly and I believe is now located in a box in the basement.

This follows from the previous entry of the 12th, in which I see I made the decision to have my birthday party early on the Sunday, that is, I must have thought to myself, ‘I’ll have it next weekend, on Saturday’. Of course, this thought fragment is a reconstruction, and I look back now to see the fire burning, the chill in the air, myself huddled and sitting on logs or some such thing. I was smaller then too, given I was about to turn 11. So the fire was probably bigger to my perspective then than it would be now. A medium sized fire for a small boy, who had no idea that in 20 years time he’d find himself typing words into a computer, sharing this memory with god knows who.