Whether we like it or not we all have recurring birthdays. Some are more memorable than others. As a small child, I looked forward to growing another year older. My aunt would make a special doll birthday cake complete with a barbie in the middle and the prettily frosted cake was her skirt.I would be surrounded by friends and family for the annual shindig.
Once I reached school age, I realized that it was not always convenient having a summer birthday, as school was no longer in session on my special day. I distinctly recall first grade when the teacher had a standing tradition that included a song, and special treat for any student celebrating a birthday
what does this have to do with me, as my birthday is in July?
I was somehow disappointed that my birthday was in July and no one in class would be there to make a fuss. Why did all the lucky children born during the school year get such a treat that I would never know?
Like any other self-righteous six year old, I felt slighted by my peers. This injustice must be corrected, but how? I decided to announce to the world it was my birthday one day as class started. Rather than questioning me, the teacher looked delighted as she began singing her special birthday tune.
I finally got what I wanted!
In a moment of ecstasy, I was as important as any of the other kids who celebrated with the rest of the class. The other students were singing gleefully as I stood by grinning. Suddenly the circle of students grew smaller and tighter around me. They had all joined hands and I was unable to move.
Trapped in the center of the coil, elation morphed to panic. What part of the birthday dance had I forgotten?
- announced to teacher/class
- singing happy birthday song
- joyful dancing
- SPANKING MACHINE!!
OOPS! I forgot the spanking part
In my haste to be the center of attention, I forgot that the end of the birthday ritual included a spanking machine. How can anyone overlook a line of kids taking turns giving you a smack on the rear? Ouch!
Back in the day, times were different and it was considered perfectly fine to allow others to swat your fanny in public. Abuse is not the essence of this story (just sayin’). Trust me, I still remember the stinging sensation radiating from my tush as each of the students got a chance to whap me.
I was a human pinata. Tossed from one pair of hands to another, each smack sent me reeling. The difference being that I was not stuffed with candy for all to enjoy. Instead tears came pouring out as the spanking machine wound down.
lesson learned: NEVER LIE ABOUT MY BIRTHDAY!
What did I gain except for a sore butt and a reason to cry? OK, crying is a recurring theme in my posts, but this sob-fest was due to pain and humiliation. How did all the other kids remain composed after such an ordeal? Or was I just being over-dramatic?
The reality is that if I would have kept my big mouth shut, the whole scenario would have never occurred. Luckily there were valuable lessons to be learned from this.
- having a birthday in the summer isn’t so bad after all
- I don’t like being spanked by my peers
- be satisfied with who I am.
- don’t ever lie about age or birthdays again!
Just for the record, my birthday is July 31,1967. I will be 45 years old (for those of you who can’t count). I feel and look better than ever and have no intention of letting all my peers take turns spanking me.