Cory D. D. Miller: Three decades of Dayton

On Friday, October 7, 2016, I will be celebrating the 30th anniversary of my mom screaming as loud as humanly possible at 10:45am. “The Big Three Oh," “The Dirty Thirty," the “no longer a twenty-something-know-it-all” happens that day.

Thirty years. Typing those words out makes me cringe in thinking about the time I have spent on this earth celebrating the annual accomplishment of revolving around the sun one more time.

Reflecting on 30 years is, well, it is a lot of things. It is funny, sad, scary, hard to remember, interesting, provoking, and weirdly enough, calming. After thinking about my time on this planet, I have come to the summation of a few things and oddly enough, they happened right here in Dayton, Ohio.

Now don’t get me wrong, these are trivial items and I wish they were as cool as inventing the pop tab or the self starter, but sadly enough they are not. First things first, lets talk about the firsts that happened for me here in Dayton

Firsts

Not only have I had the majority of all the firsts happen in this city, but each one of those firsts usually led me to, or helped cultivate, a memorable experience. Some in which I will never forget.

Experiences

Red and Blue teams from Fight Night 2015

With each experience there always seems to be an aftermath or some sort of consequence. Some have made a lasting impression, while others are gone in a second.

Consequences

All of these things, and so many others happened right here in Dayton. I have made friendships, created adventures, and cultivated experiences that I could never duplicate in another city. I am thankful for the friends I have in my life who keep me in check when I am acting out. I am thankful to my family, in particular my parents Dan and Pam and my sister, Stacy. Without them, I would have never survived the past 30 years, especially the early ones. I am thankful for Dayton, which has thrown challenges, curveballs, hardships, eye-opening experiences, beer after beer, and memory upon memory at me.

I would love to sign this blog post off by writing, “Thanks for the three decades of fun, and now here’s to another three,” but sadly I cannot. I have no idea where I will be at in one, five, or even ten years -- let alone 30.

One thing I will say is that I will continue to make every day count. Taking advantage of every opportunity that is available, accepting every challenge placed in front of me, and continuing to push forward. I will do this because I want to create new firsts, experience something new, and enjoy every consequence.

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