It was Arthur's 100th birthday and he was reminiscing about his 90th birthday.
- I remember it as if it was yesterday, he said, we were sitting out in the yard eating birthday cake.
- No that's impossible, said his great grand daughter, your birthday is in January, the yard would have been covered by three feet of snow.
- Yes, you are right, that must have been my 80th birthday then.
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