I didn’t get jack squat for my birthday when I was a kid...I think I grew up OK...
I didn’t get squat either. Ok, so a time or two I did. Once, an unwrapped robe already in my closet and a dictionary another time. Yeah, how exciting. I learned very early that if I was going to have a cake, I’d better bake it myself because mother always had a memory problem with her only child’s birthday.
Due to that, I always made a big deal out of our kids’ birthdays. Always a party and an exciting present even with a tight budget. By that time, I could decorate cakes like a professional and made them to depict whatever the kids were into at the time.
“I didn’t get jack squat for my birthday when I was a kid...I think I grew up OK.’’
Me either. The war was on and times were hard, even, or even especially, after the war. Didn’t even know for sure when my birthday was as it came and went with no notice. When we came to this country in ‘52 our sponsors baked me a birthday cake...I was so overwhelmed. And for the record, I grew up OK, too.