I was in deep sleep when the ring of my cellphone woke me up with a start. It was midnight and for a second I was shocked to see my niece calling me at that hour. "Happy Birthday to you" she sang, reminding me that my special day had arrived.
As a kid, I was so obsessed with being wished that the moment the clock struck 12, I would start singing "Happy Birthday" for myself. On my birthday mornings, I would wait like a puppy till each family member wished me Happy Birthday atlas 2-3 times! Back then I loved the excitement and the special treatment for a day.
But with years, the excitement to hear the golden words, "Happy Birthday" vanished in time!
Happy Birthday calls at 12 now surprise me and somewhat irritate too if they don't finish within 1-2 minutes.
Did I ever imagine that adulthood would change my preferences to a "quite little birthday!"
Childhood - you are history.
This post is written for A to Z Challenge