Unlike these days when kids expect parties for every birthday, I only had one birthday party in my childhood. Actually I’ve only had one real birthday party in my life — not counting when family gets together. I used to be sad about that, but I think I like it better with just family.

I don’t know why my mom decided my 7th year was party-worthy. It couldn’t have been easy for her — she had an infant to care for.

I don’t remember too much about the party except for having this photo taken, hunting for taffy, and the ice cream. Mom decided to make her own ice cream and some of the kids said it was icky.

I’m Facebook friends with over half the girls in the photo.