Remember When You'd Say Things Like, "I'm Nine and Two Months?"

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Some time ago I wrote a true story called The Day I Chopped Off My Grandmother's Head. I've since realized that I had the proof that the story is true. Also, when I wrote up the story I wasn't sure when it had happened. My Grandmother wrote the date on the back: December 1971. That means that I was nine years old. I also wasn't sure what the gathering was but it's clear to me now that it was a Chanukah dinner. I had written that I thought that it may have been a dinner where my uncle brought my soon to be aunt to meet the family. Nope. They were married for a year and a half at the time. I can prove that too.