As you grow older…
Friday, March 23rd, 2007What would you say if I told you that the first birthday celebration I had was when I was 17 years old, in 2000? Prior to that I had none. Not that my family does not celebrate birthdays or what. Another story for another time.
I still remember that celebration, as vividly as if it was only yesterday. I had two (huge) square cakes, 1 chocolate, the other a lemon sponge with peanuts on the side. There were gifts too, wonderful gifts. I got a big white teddy bear with the number 2000 embroided on its tummy and a slim Canon IXUS camera. I still sleep with that white teddy (no longer white, worn-out, but still cuddly as ever Noname) and eventhough the camera is no longer usable, those were the presents and the celebration that I’ll never forget for as long as I live. I’ll probably tell it to my grandchildren (if there ever occur a situation which requires me to reminisce the good old ‘boarding school’ days).
To me, it was an almost perfect celebration. The only thing that marred it was the absence of my kind sponsor. But still, it was as good as it gets.
