I dug around in that huge tub of *stuff* from my dad's looking for an idea of what to write about tonight and came up with this pic from my sixth birthday party. I'm the one wearing the tall crown and pigtails. We were a motley bunch of kids! These were all my little friends from the neighborhood. I'm kind of amazed that I can remember all of their names 30 years later, even though I'm not in touch with any of them. Once in a while I run into the tall girl standing behind me on the left; her dad still lives with his new wife across the street from where we grew up. My husband and I visit them at Christmastime and bring cookies.
My birthday is in June, so I always had a party in the backyard. I don't remember doing much of anything besides running around in the bushes and eating ice-cream sandwiches. I laugh remembering that, considering the highly-orchestrated birthday parties people have for their kids nowadays. It must have been enough for my mom to have 8 or 9 of my friends over at the same time and keep us from getting into very much trouble.
5 days ago