Birthdays, in my eyes, have always been a big deal. As a kid, it meant I could have the front seat in the car and none of my siblings were allowed to fight with me all day. In middle school, it meant a dessert of choice and a party in my backyard, complete with bonfires and Capture the Flag. In college, it meant a surprise party four years in a row hosted by my dear roommate- each one complete with a different twist to keep up the shock factor. My whole life, I have been a firm believer that each person’s birthday should be fully and completely celebrated. Birthdays present a tremendous aberration from the doldrums of every day life- an excuse for spontaneity and fun. Birthdays are a person’s once-a-year ticket to escape the ordinary, to be free from responsibility, and to eat sugar all day long without counting a single calorie. I associate birthdays with new dresses and candles and a box full of scrapbooking surprises.