Growing up, I never really had a lot of birthday parties. Oh, don’t be mistaken I was invited to a ton. I was popular. But when it came to having all my friends come and celebrate my birthday with me, I really only remember two. I remember my first party. I was in kindergarten. It was in my basement, and I think the only thing I asked for was Jem merchandise. I even wore my Jem sweatshirt to the party. This I know because I’ve seen pictures. I thought I was so cool. Correction, I was cool. My second party was at the old Rainbow Lanes bowling alley in fifth grade. The reason I remember it was because my mom told my best friend Morgan that she was “a natural bowler.” To this day, Morgan still starts sentences with the phrase, “Remember in fifth grade at your bowling party...” Between those parties, I thought I was pretty cool. All my friends were there, and I was in the spotlight for the day, so I was happy.