my 10th birthday
My 10th birthday is perhaps one that I remember the most vividly. Mum was keen to make things as bright and as happy as she could as dad had left us a couple of years before and my birthdays up to then had been relatively quiet affairs.

So she whipped up a storm, barbeque pool party and organised lots of games and lots of people came and I was enjoying myself immensely until it came to the games. My snooty cousin who was perhaps a year or so younger than I was won Simon Says and opened the present on the spot and said: Pooh, its just chocolates, its so lame.

So I was already feeling the blood creep into my cheeks and so the adults gathered us around my birthday cake and the song was sung et al until I was supposed to blow out the candles. Said cousin being short had stood on a chair and leaned forward to admire my lovely cake in the shape of the numbers 1 and 0 and singed his hair on the candles. by this point just as I as about to blow out my candles he screamed as his hair was burnig, lost balance off the chair and fell into my cake.

I was pretty upset by now and the rest of the party went by quite quietly (for me anyway)

And to add insult to injury, the photos came out a week later and for the big roup photo there I was in the middle smiling away with my willy poking out of my junior speedos.

Now every birthday I drink myself into a stupor and go to bed...

(yay! my first post)
(Marmoset Bored bored bored of cnuting revision..., Fri 9 Dec 2005, 14:52, Reply)