My favorite birthday was my 16th birthday. We had a party at home. It was so overcrowded that the “dance floor” that my father created was slippery and everyone was busting their butts.
I had friends downstairs and family upstairs. There was grilling, homemade food and cake.
I have so many blackmail pics from that party.
Other than my 10th and 22nd birthday that was the only time I remember having a day for me. Party etc.
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