Birthday memories can be good and bad. I love to make other people’s Birthday’s special, but over the years I have started to dread mine….silly but here is why. It started in when I was a kid. Things were just ‘off’ on my birthday. One year, when I was nine, my mum even forgot my birthday. She was a single mum struggling to make ends meet, who could blame her? When she finally remembered she bought me a bicycle pump….I guess I needed one.
The first major catastrophe was in 1991 when the Americans launched a devastating air assault on Iraq and Kuwait. I know it needed to happen, but it scared me. I thought it meant the beginning of another world war. The air assault was on January 16, 1991. The day before my Birthday. I couldn’t get it out of my mind.
Not sure if it was the following year, but the next awful thing I heard about on my birthday
was the death of my husband’s aunt. Not sure if she died on January 17th, but that is when we got the phone call.
So you see I am always a little apprehensive when my birthday rolls around.
I have had some wonderful birthday’s too, made special by my quirky husband and incredible daughter, so I am thinking positively from now on.
Fantastic people were born in January. David Bowie, Elvis, even Jesus is a Capricorn, so I need to stop worrying about bad birthdays and concentrate on having good ones.