Double Digit Birthday
I remember when I turned ten, almost 35 years ago now.
I grew up an army brat and at 10 you got an ID card. Everyone in the army and their wives and dependents over the age of 10 carry an ID card. It gets you into the commissary, the post exchange (PX), the recreation centers, etc.
When I got my ID card, I was free to go places by myself. It was a big day.
Josh isn’t getting an ID card, but he’s getting a new drum kit. I hope he’ll remember this birthday as fondly as I remember my 10th.