When I was growing up, from the ages of 0ish to about 14ish, on my birthday (31st october), that saturday, my parents would have a party for me and all my friends.
Where during the day my mum would bake a cake and me and me mates (only the best one, it was a very prestigious event this, you would have to be on the list for this part, totally BFF4EVA material) would decorate it with sweets and icing-pens*. And then in the evening, we would have a fireworks party. I used to really love that.

* One year, Aunty Barbera proudly anounced at the cake-decorating part a new joke she heard. She was completely deadpan and serious about how 'new' this joke was. It was "Why did the chicken cross the road? to get to the other side", it was unintentionally helerious .
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Fri 2 Nov 2012, 8:25, 1 reply, 13 years ago)

I like that.
I didn't have parties as a kid. No one wanted to come.
(Poppet some assembly required., Fri 2 Nov 2012, 8:35, Reply)

You were that much of a dag?

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 2 Nov 2012, 8:43, Reply)

pretty much.

(Poppet some assembly required., Fri 2 Nov 2012, 8:44, Reply)

Aww, =(

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Fri 2 Nov 2012, 8:56, Reply)