So today is officially August first. That means that I am now legally 17. blaugh Of course it's nearly three AM right now so I guess I have to wait a little before I start the festivities. My birthday is kinda like a small Christmas where I don't have to give gifts to anyone else. They used to be big to-do things because my mom would always bake us a special cake just for us. She was a stay at home mom when I was younger and would spend hours making these really awesome cakes. Like for one year she made me coconut butterfly cake and another year she made this awesome cake that looked like the beach. There were teddy grams everywhere, and blue icing for the water, and a volleyball net. It was an amazing cake. For some reason she's stopped making cakes all together. I guess they take up too much time or something. Ironically enough a cake is all i ever ask for for my birthday. I never thought of why until just now. I guess the answer is that subconsciously I still want my mom to make one of her special cakes, like when I was a child. It's amazing how you can get older and older but really all you want to be is a kid again. All you want is for everything to be the way it was when you were a child. Maybe that's why parents always have such high expectations for you. Because they feel that through you they can live out their childhood when everything wasn't so complicated with the troubles of the world.
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