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At Christmas, I had to whittle my list for Santa down to 3 things. Only 3. I might ask for 20, but I'd better prioritize. Now, admittedly, the years I asked for a horse, saddle and bridle as my top 3 or said "I'm narrowing it down to one this year: a car", it didn't work out so well. I do remember my best friend getting MUCH more than me, but it didn't seem to be a really big deal.
What I remember most about birthdays is that Mom would attempt to make any kind of cake/dessert I wanted. I remember the year I had a cat cake very fondly. I'd just found out (the hard way) that I'm VERY allergic to cats. I guess I wanted a cat for a cake since I couldn't have one for a pet. No fancy pans, just a round and a rectangle and a lot of creative cutting and frosting. Then one year, I wanted the ice cream we'd had in a nice restaurant, a lemon ice cream. I don't remember the restaurant's version now, but I do remember Mom's.
I feel a little "old" being so nostalgic, but I'm 34. I don't feel that I had a deprived childhood in the least. I do tend to question whether or not I "need" one more piece of plastic that may one day clog a landfill and I just don't think that's a bad thing.
