Birthday Memories

[Srebak]

Like so many other people in the world, i look forward to the annual celebration of my birth, no matter how old i get (though, in recent days, i've started to lose sight of why i look forward to it). But in the past, a problem i had was always forgetting about my mother's birthday, and my father's and my grandparents' (in fact, i still don't know my grandparents' birthdays or my nieces' and nephew's for that matter, not for certain at any rate), does that make me a bad person?

And the weird part is, i don't think i ever had a hard time remembering my siblings' birthdays. My brother's birthday is just two days after mine and my sister, I've always known that her birthday was in December and close to Christmas. So why did it take me so long to remember my parents' birthdays, especially since it seemed relative easy enough to make a mental reminder (my mother was born on the same day of her birth month as my sister was on her's and the same goes for my father with me)

 

[Kane Dunestorm]

Oh boy I have great birthday memories.

From age 13 to 23 my parents refused to buy me gifts.

Fun, right?

 

[Squeaky the sixth]

The smell of candles.

 

[pokemoll]

I have a pretty appalling memory, so it's not easy for me to recall things that have happened on my birthday. ^^; I do have a kinda strong memory of sitting down and playing with toys on my 8th birthday, and my mother bringing in a birthday cake with a small bear on it. The only thing is, as soon as I tried to have a slice of the cake, a tooth came out, so I guess that's something to remember. Apart from that, I don't have any definitive memories from my birthday.

 

[Squeaky the sixth]

I have a pretty appalling memory, so it's not easy for me to recall things that have happened on my birthday. ^^; I do have a kinda strong memory of sitting down and playing with toys on my 8th birthday, and my mother bringing in a birthday cake with a small bear on it. The only thing is, as soon as I tried to have a slice of the cake, a tooth came out, so I guess that's something to remember. Apart from that, I don't have any definitive memories from my birthday.

You must have been mortified. Anyway every night before my most recent birthdays, I've had a dream about said birthday being shit.

 

[colours]

My memory is absolute shit, so if you wanted me to remember something aside from my 16th birthday, chances are you probably won't get much. I remember my 7th birthday, only because I felt that it took forever for me to turn 8. Other than that, I can't really remember my past birthdays at all, aside from recent years. My 19th birthday was really cool, and I had pretty amazing memories with that (in fact, it was the best birthday I've had in years), and my 20th birthday was really cool. Other than that though, yeah. u_u

It'd be nice if I had a party, though. I don't remember having any kind of birthday party ever since I was a kid, really...

 

[Srebak]

Well, i'm currently in the middle of my Birthday, and i have to say, it's not going as i would have liked. I've tried to put myself in the mood for this day, but that train of thought has strayed off the tracks a few times, and now, when i actually made a list of things i wanted to start the day with (which involved me getting up early), it feels like everything had a consequence that i didn't foresee.

I wanted to put my dog outside first and get that out of the way, but, as it turns out, that a man was supposed to come over and work on the backyard fence and as a result this caused some tension between me and my mother, because i didn't put my dog in a cage while he was out there. This was bad for two reasons; one, because she and i got into an argument about two other things just yesterday, so i find it upsetting that this tension is starting to ruin my Birthday mood; and two; She claims that she told me about the man coming over, even though i don't remember her saying anything about that. She did say happy birthday a few times; once right after she left to go put my dog in the cage with hers and another time when she gave me my birthday gifts, but they just didn't feel like she meant them, not as much as the text message i got from my father at any rate.

I tried to carry on with my early to-do list by eating my breakfast, a specific brand of cereal, but that moment just didn't stick with me, nor did any of the other things on my list. I even had a few moments of thought where i felt that my own grandparents forgot my Birthday (even though i'm certain that they didn't), along with my brother and sister (again, i'm sure that's not the case). But i guess my biggest issue is that it felt like my mother cared more about an expensive fence job than her youngest son's birthday (i can just feel it in my bones that she'll do no such thing with my Siblings B-Days).


Later on, though, i felt that i was making a big deal out of the first half of my Birthday and that the day could still be more memorable later on. That would be nice, but i just wish the day went more according to my original plan, especially when i got my presents.

 

[The absolis]

The birthday I most remember was either my ninth or tenth birthday. Its definitely something I would not forget. This particular birthday was while during my last year of cub scouts on my last pinewood derby on my actual birthday which I decided to have my party on the same day.

It started out as a great day. I woke up and almost immediately we left to go help set up the derby. Once I got there things started to go bad. I had been playing tag with some of the other people there and when I was it I attempted to tag one of my friends but instead I ended up flying into a pile of tables, bounced into some paint cans and then landed on a gym floor. I had, obviously, broken my arm. I was taken to the hospital and stayed there for six hours so it was about eight when I finally got out. I hadmissed the pinewood derby and iI was certain I had missed my own party but to my surprise not only had every one I invited shown up. But they brought their friends, and their friends has brought their friends, and then more people showed up that were apparently just crashing my party. All of this while I was still under the influence of whatever they used to make me sleep during the surgery.miraculousy I still remember most of the night. And I learned that even with a broken arm I was good at guitar hero. The party finally ended about 2 pm the next day. I am absolutely certain I will always remember it