My mother loved to celebrate birthdays. Until we were 10 or 12, my brother and I had birthday parties without fail. We invited all our playmates, and everyone got all dressed up in something special. We'd play games, usually outside. Then we would usually go inside and the honoree would open presents. Next, we'd all sit at the table, sing Happy Birthday when the cake came in, and eat birthday cake and ice cream with Cool-Aid. And then everyone went home, often with a little paper basket of candy. Even after we were less interested in this sort of party, our birthdays were always special days. Thanks, Mom! (This is my second birthday--I'm the shortest girl.)
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