Make a list of all the things you would associate with a children's birthday party. Try to get in smells, tastes, textures, sounds, colors, and - of course - silly games and toys.
You know, I didn't really have all that many birthday parties growing up. Or... Maybe I just can't remember them. I don't know. To be completely honest, celebrating my own birthday has never been important to me. I absolutely adore celebrating other people's birthdays, but when it comes to my own, I'm fine to move through the day as if it were just a normal one. Of course, it's always nice for someone to remember and acknowledge that, yes, I was born on this day, but, to use the cliche, age is just a number. 1 more year on this earth. I guess as a little girl birthdays were more important, but that was only because my time on earth was so much shorter in comparison to now. For example, when I was 5, 1 year was 1/5 of my entire life. Now 1 year is 1/22, and that fraction is only going to get smaller as time passes. It just doesn't hold as much gravity as it used.
- cake
- plastic cups, silverware
- paper plates, banners, wrapping
- chocolate
- candy
- depending on the age of the kid, and the insanity of the parents, poopy diapers
- crying children
- laughing children
- ripping paper
- plastic cups falling on the floor
- kids shoving their face with anything that's edible (sometimes even non edible)
- birthday hats
- birthday kazoos... what do they call those? the ones that make the whistle noise
- pin the tail on the donkey
- duck duck goose
- tag
- German spotlight
- freshly cut grass
- petting zoo
- animals
- manure
- clowns (hence the crying children)
- clapping
- chips and dip
You know, I didn't really have all that many birthday parties growing up. Or... Maybe I just can't remember them. I don't know. To be completely honest, celebrating my own birthday has never been important to me. I absolutely adore celebrating other people's birthdays, but when it comes to my own, I'm fine to move through the day as if it were just a normal one. Of course, it's always nice for someone to remember and acknowledge that, yes, I was born on this day, but, to use the cliche, age is just a number. 1 more year on this earth. I guess as a little girl birthdays were more important, but that was only because my time on earth was so much shorter in comparison to now. For example, when I was 5, 1 year was 1/5 of my entire life. Now 1 year is 1/22, and that fraction is only going to get smaller as time passes. It just doesn't hold as much gravity as it used.