“I am sixteen, going on seventeen. Innocent as a rose.
People I meet, may tell me I’m sweet, and willingly I believe.”
– The Sound of Music
Good Morning World!
Today is not just any day, but it is my birthday, well technically its tomorrow, (August 10th). I am finally 17, and I can no longer call myself the baby of the year. Being born in August has its goods and bads, sometimes I feel the bad out weights the good, but like any time of the year we have to make use of the advantages and keep everything else in the back of our minds. If anyone reading this is also born in August, you will feel my pain when I say that I am always the last person to be able to do something. This year its driving, every one of my friends has their provisional driving licence and is taking lessons, heck some of them have even passed, and I’m just sat here, still sixteen, waiting for tomorrow so the birthday fairy can bring me my magical grown up number.
Over the last couple of weeks I have been contemplating in my head what I should do for my birthday this year, I never have a massive celebration, to be quite honest they aren’t my thing, I prefer to spend my birthday with my closest friends and family, instead of having a massive blow out session. To the people around me, my birthday never really becomes a topic until a couple of days before, and I’m not one to mention it myself, well not this year anyway. In fact, I seem to get more excited over other peoples birthdays than my own. I still don’t know if that’s a bad thing, or not?
Anyway, all this birthday talk got me thinking about all my past birthdays when I was a child, and how Mum and Dad would hire out the village hall, and we have a disco with a bouncy house and magician. I have a vivid memory of one year when my parents wanted to make my party extra special for me, so they played my favourite song at the time (Fast Food Song), and my mum and a couple of her friends were being the dancers at the front, and everyone was mimicking their dance moves. I bet they felt like pop stars. The same year, my dad became the magician because we couldn’t afford a proper one. He spent weeks and weeks learning new magic tricks for my party, he got pretty good at it by the end, and to this day I sometimes find money behind my ears.
Birthdays are very special, turning another year older and only celebrating it with the people who love you the most. I am looking forward to my birthday, however tomorrow I am spending it at work, because the idiot that I am, forgot to book the day off. But I’m not complaining, I love my job and the people I get to work with, so its not the end of the world, however my shift does start at half 7 in the morning.
Looking forward to tomorrows early start.