I think I was turning 4 or 5. I was really young, and we were down in Florida, like we had been every year since my first birthday.
I'm sitting at my grandparent's dining room table, waiting for the cake to be placed in front of me so that I can chow down into its sugary goodness. And, lo and behold! The cake is a circus-mania.
It was absolutely spectacular. And though I've had many amazing birthdays (including surprise parties soon after the event), every year is special, and especially the year that I could play with the clowns on my cake.
Christmas and my birthday only come once a year - and that one day had better be darn special! The balloons made it.
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