That’s right, today is my birthday! Being born on Independence Day makes me pretty special, right? I mean, who else can say that they were born on the 4th of July? Oh yeah . . . I almost forgot, my brother was born on my third birthday which resulted in me having to share my special day with him ever since. (I’m not bitter or anything.) My next door neighbor also has her birthday today, she is turning 14. In addition, I am sure that there are probably a gazillion other people who I don’t know who were also born on the 4th of July.
Being a firecracker baby definitely has its perks. As a kid, I used to think that the fireworks were just for me. (And my brother.) Where I grew up, the fireworks were always ON July 4th, unlike where I live now, where the fireworks are held a week or two before the 4th. If you ask me, not having fireworks on the 4th makes the holiday and my birthday a little less special.
But being born on Independence Day has its downfalls. Planning my birthday party on my birthday is nearly impossible as everyone always has plans for the 4th of July. And to some extent, I feel like I got ripped off by being born on a holiday. I have to celebrate both in one day instead of getting one day just for my birthday and one day just for Independence Day.
Probably the most surprising downfall of being born on Independence Day is that people (even relatives) have such a difficult time remembering that it is also my birthday. I think it should be pretty easy to remember, but it seems that people are so caught up in the festivities of the holiday that it doesn’t cross their mind untill after the fact.
Despite these downfalls, I wouldn’t change my birthday for anything. I am a firecracker baby and I am proud to share my special day honoring the Red, White & Blue. Happy Birthday America! And Happy Birthday to my brother, my neighbor and to everyone else who gets to blow out some candles on this historic day!