September 1. I love this day. I feel young on this day.
I feel young on September 1, because of a friend of mine. A youngster who is (almost) a whole year younger than me.
Except today. Today my friend is having a birthday.
Which means that my young friend is now my age.
Which means I am (voila!) young today.
And I get to stay that way until my next birthday, when I turn “old” again.