I don't remember much about birthday parties, but I do remember a bit about some birthdays. Like the blue shirt that I wore on my fourth birthday, or the minty taste of the valentine-shaped cake on my ninth birthday.
I do remember my fifteenth birthday because of a scene the night before: I'd griped to my parents about a certain adult who I felt had humiliated me in public, and their response was to blast me for being too sensitive. Things were pretty icy the following day. And on my sixteenth birthday I saw the movie 2001: A Space Odyssey for the first time. It was sobering.
Today, I'm not big on birthday parties, though I do like getting a strawberries & cream cake. When I turned fifty a couple of years ago, I went onto YouTube and found the episode of All in the Family where Archie Bunker turned fifty. (He insisted he was just 49.) I must say that I still looked a lot younger than him. There was also an episode of Maude where she turned fifty and blew out her birthday candles with a hair dryer!
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