Years ago I received a birthday card from one of my younger brothers; at that time my advanced age of 18 was positively ancient to someone who was eight! The card had a little poem; the author was surnamed Dale, and it has stayed with me for all these years. In you is an individual who can truly appreciate the poem:
First you crawl And then you walk Pretty soon you start to talk Eventually you start to stoop Growing old is pigeon poop
I agree with you in that I too (as an adult)have never felt the need to celebrate an event that I had no control over. When I was a child it meant cake, ice cream, books (I read a lot) and more Barbie stuff. Now I just want to be left alone, unless you want to send me a Barnes & Noble Gift Card.
Nontheless, many happy returns, and stay healthy and whole.
