It’s Not My Birthday, But . . .

My birthday is in September, and when I was a kid I disliked it. I would spend the whole summer wanting some item only to receive it days after I went back to school. Also, it’s no good trying to throw a party and invite kids you’ve just met.

Anyway, I can remember one summer when I was in the fourth or fifth grade. I really wanted a pitch-back net (similar to this, but probably from K-Mart so not nearly that expensive), and I dreaded the idea that I would miss out on a whole summer of using it if I didn’t get it until September.

So my parents moved my birthday to June 4 so that I could get my presents and have them all summer to play with.

Happy not quite my birthday to me.

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