When you're younger, birthdays are amazing and magical things. You go "I'M SIX AND HALF" and god forbid anyone forget that half. Or three quarters. Or...whatever. And parties are incredible and wonderful and DUDE, BIRTHDAY.
This year, it took someone asking me for a birthday list for me to realize 'oh, hey, it's on the 4th'.
I'm really not sure what to think about that.