Happy Not Dying To Me!

It’s my birthday again. This happens every year. I never know what I’m going to write about on my special day. In the past it’s been all boob jobs and hair. Somehow this year ended up being about He-Man and a drippy bathmat. Go figure.

See, I recently moved into this new place. In the process I’ve been going through loads of stuff including boxes filled with the nostalgia of my youth. One of those boxes contained my old He-Man figures from when I was a kid.

I remember getting a bunch of these for my 9^th birthday. The party was held at Chuck E Cheese’s because that’s where a kid could be a kid. That birthday was especially memorable because we didn’t usually do big parties with all kinds of people. I got such cool presents and was allowed to spin the free token birthday wheel. I really wanted 50. I got 16. I played Frogger.

It’s funny what you remember about certain birthdays.

I remember becoming a teenager. I sat on the couch with my mom and opened a present she had wrapped for me. For some reason my aunt and sisters weren’t around that evening. I think we watched Singin’ In the Rain because I wanted to laugh and imagine that I was as cool as Cosmo Brown. I wasn’t very cool during high school, but I was at least a nice guy even if I did finish last sometimes. I don’t remember any birthdays during high school.

I remember a little about my 18^th birthday. I was nearing the end of my first semester at university. I had been home for cake and ice cream. My sister took me to the store and drove me back to campus. She told me to pick what I wanted. I got the Smashing Pumpkins newest album, a double cassette of Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness. I listened to “Bullet with Butterfly Wings” way too much. I also got Madden ’95 for Super Nintendo which I played way too much.