Good grief.
It's my birthday again.
Good ole Charlie Brown was 18.
I know.
It was hard to believe.
Sometimes, I felt like I was fifty years old.
Tonight, the gang is throwing me a party.
Everyone would be there.
Linus. Lucy. Schroeder. Peppermint Patty. Marci. Pigpen. Sally.
And Snoopy, of course.
Who knows.
Maybe even the little red haired girl.
This was our first adult party.
Anything could happen.
It's my birthday again.
Good ole Charlie Brown was 18.
I know.
It was hard to believe.
Sometimes, I felt like I was fifty years old.
Tonight, the gang is throwing me a party.
Everyone would be there.
Linus. Lucy. Schroeder. Peppermint Patty. Marci. Pigpen. Sally.
And Snoopy, of course.
Who knows.
Maybe even the little red haired girl.
This was our first adult party.
Anything could happen.