Have you a day that you just don't like? April 5th is that for me. Ok the good is my nephew Ben was born on the 5th of April. 30 years ago.
The not so good. When I was in first grade I hurt my ankle playing on a log with the neighbor boy. I got off and it rolled on my ankle and a knot went down to the bone. So 7 internal and 7 external stitches later I got to hop around for a few days.
Then in 1982 on April 5th I was playing basketball at youth group and came down on the side of my ankle and pulled the ligaments. So crutches for a week and then a walking cast for 5 weeks, and graduation coming up I hated the cast. The old plaster one.
Then in 1996 again on April 5th my Plymouth Voyager, my first new car. Even though it was 10 years old got totaled when a man hit me. Oh how I miss the van.
Last year on April 5th I had to put my kitten Kyzer down. The first pet I had to make the decision to put down. RIP Kyzer.
I really don't hate the day just don't care for it.