For me it was my tenth and my sixteenth.
My tenth because my aunt threw a huge party and we all wore costomes. Maybe there were a couple dozen kids there.
My sixteenth because all our relatives were there and my parents' best friends. It was held in our backyard and all I remember is feeling like I was very loved and a grownup. At 16! That was then. Now I doubt I will ever grow up. But at that time I had such high hopes. Such high expectations.
I can’t say that any really stand out for me. I never found birthdays to be “fun”. I had no friends, so there were no birthday parties, just the family. Having a birthday in the dead of winter meant that no relatives ever came over (which was probably a good thing as I never liked crowds and I never "fit in" with my relatives). However, several of my birthdays were official snow days (no school).
They called that group "stoners" when I went to high school. Those were the days when schools had to have a smoking area for students. The smoking area was located at the back end of E-wing, just before the 2 flights of steep stairs that led up to Ag. All the losers hung out there. Good grief! The things I remember.
I love white cake with vanilla frosting. (I'm one of those weirdos who doesn’t like chocolate.)
Mom always made us a cake on our birthdays. My cake was always white with butter cream frosting. On your birthday, you got to lick off both of the frosting beaters and clean out the bowl (but not the frosting knife). Of course, by the time you got to the bowl of colored frosting (for the words) you were sick of frosting!
Shuhak 