I was born in mid-summer, with a brother born 340 days later then another brother born 384 daysfter that (the next 3 were spaced over 11 years, the more babies-the farther the spacing evidently) We always had impromptu joint birthdays where my parents would invite all the neighbor kids and bring out cake and ice cream. 15 minutes and and a round of “Happy Birthday” later and it was over-no games, no presents. My one and only personal birthday party was when I was 47. My sister wanted a theme for a family barbecue and it happened to be the week of my birthday. It was supposed to be a surprise, but it was more of a shock but at least I got presents.
Now pull out your handkerchiefs.
I have always been the independent, straightforward, no-nonsense person I am here. My Dad gave me something that nobody else in the world would have thought of.. Later my Mom said he picked it out against her advice. It was a pastel unicorn music box and it is my most precious possession today.