Which is your the most memorable birthday celebration and why?

I do not remember any of my birthdays.

8th birthday; we were in the Sierras of California on vacation, exploring old gold camps and fishing for trout in crystal clear waters. The cabin we stayed at had an ice box (real ice) no electricity and a wood burning stove and oven, my mother baked a chocolate cake in the wood burning oven.

7th birthday.
I had chicken pox.

My seventh.
I was into pirates.
My cake was decorated like the ocean, with a brown sugar island, little plastic pirates on it, and little plastic ship anchored near.
One of my birthday cards had a clue written in it. It led to another clue.
Clues ran me and friends running all around the yard, and in the treehouse.
The final clue indicated X marks the spot, and sent us to the garden. We found a hoe and shovel on the ground laid in an X.
My brother and I dug like crazy until we heard a thunk.
It was a shiny red tool box filled with goodies; chocolate coins wrapped in gold foil, bags of gold nugget gum, candy necklaces.
Every birthday one little thing would be given to the sibling not having a birthday, so there was no left out feeling. The toolbox was for my brother.

Sure beats chicken pox!

31st. The woman who dumped me a year earlier took me out for the evening which ended up being best long weekend of my life.

We didn’t get back together, though.

When I turned 25, my friends threw a surprise party for me.
I don’t celebrate my birthday, and I found the party humiliating, uncomfortable, and painful. I hated it.

I’m sorry you had that experience.

When I turned six, I remember getting my first bicycle—that was the only time in my life I ever did a difficult-to-control ‘happy dance’.

But I’d have to say the summer I turned eight—it was the middle of the summer and yet everyone in my class from the previous year came. My mother and a neighbor’s mom planned and hosted this. Moms were really good at planning and hosting parties back then. It had an outer space theme and the quirky but artsy ‘Space Alphabet’ record was the soundtrack, so to speak. Seems like British Folk-rock music like Steeleye Span was really eeventful as well, as were other Folk-rock groups that were pretty standard for children’s ears in those days,

There were games, candy, fireworks, sparklers, etc etc. and it went an hour or so after dark.

The only bad thing I remember from that party is, we bursted a Piñata—actually I did—and I remember the other kids, esp a neighbor kid—continually pushing me out of the way and even grabbing my candy. I remember, at age eight, crying about this and getting scolded by my mother for crying in front of others

Still, it was the best birthday party ever, and the last time I ever saw any of my classmates from the previous year.

At my age, most are too far back to remember. Last year I went to Disneyland with my Son, his wife, and two children. That was GREAT. A year before that we rented a two bedroom motel suite with a heated, indoor pool and had several family members join us for a weekend blast. I suspect that over the past 75 years there were many others, but I don’t remember them right now. Memory is a strange thing. Next week, or tomorrow, I might remember a really great one.