When I turned eight, I told my Mom that eight was my lucky number. She said that I had told her the same thing about seven, and six, and so on. But I really meant it when I turned eight. It is still my luckiest number of all.
When I turned thirty-seven on Monday, I told myself that this is going to be the year. My self said that I had told me the same thing about several other years. But you know what? I really mean it. Thirty-seven is going to be great.