Whatever Happened to Friday Nights?

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It isn’t the gray hair, smile lines extending down my cheeks, popping knees, or not being able to do a backbend anymore that’s making me feel old. It’s Friday nights. They say as you age that old memories become more vivid than what you did yesterday. Based on how well I remember the Friday nights of my 20s, I really must be getting up there.

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Writer. Maker. Featured in Medium’s 2021 list of Stories That Started Conversations. I write about life. https://www.mariashimizuchristensen.com

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Maria Shimizu Christensen

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Writer. Maker. Featured in Medium’s 2021 list of Stories That Started Conversations. I write about life. https://www.mariashimizuchristensen.com

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