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Birthdays remind us we’re still kids

Point & ClickCarrie ClickGlenwood Springs, CO Colorado

The first birthday I can remember was my sixth.And when I say “remember,” I mean really remember and not just think I remember because I saw a photo of myself as a 2-year-old obliviously trying to blow out two birthday candles.For my sixth, I had a little party at my house with about seven of my kindergarten friends. I can remember that we ran around outside and played “Pin the Tail on the Donkey.” But mostly, I remember making sure that Chip, the kindergarten boy I had a crush on at the time, sat right next to me during the cake-cutting and present-opening part of the party. Chip needed to sit right next to me because I was planning to plant a big kiss right smack on him. And I did. There have been loads of birthdays since then. They’ve evolved from trips to Disneyland and roller-skating rinks to days playing hooky to go skiing.

It’s funny because turning 21 or 30 or 40 ends up feeling a whole lot different than what you think it will when you’re younger. Somehow, back then, you think you’ll be different in some way, whether it be more mature, more of a grown-up – an adult, whatever that really is. But I’m here to tell you, it’s not that way at all. Yes, you’ve got lots of well-earned experience and some miles on you. But don’t you find you’re still very much you? Today is my husband’s birthday. He’s not much of a sweets guy, so we’ll bypass the birthday cake, but I’ll put him way up on a pedestal and treat him like a king for the entire 24 hours. That’s what birthdays are for, and I don’t care how old you are. Presents are part of his kingly-like day. Fortunately, Erik’s pretty easy to buy for because he’s not shy about saying what he’d like to have. “You can get that for me for my birthday,” is a sentence I’m used to hearing, pretty much year-round. I won’t divulge what I did get him this year, but I will tell you something that didn’t make the list.

About a month ago, while watching TV, Erik saw a commercial for a fancy remote control helicopter. He thought that was just the greatest. I admit it was kind of cool, but it was more of a guy thing, especially when I found out it cost $120. Erik called me at work one afternoon to remind me that this helicopter would make a great birthday gift for him, and as I was talking to him a woman I don’t know well came into our newspaper office. She listened briefly as I wrapped up the conversation, and hung up the phone.”That Erik,” I said to her, shaking my head and laughing. “He wants a $120 remote control helicopter for his birthday. I don’t think so!” She smiled knowingly.”And how old is little Erik?” she asked.

Yes indeed. The man turns 47 today. We get older every day, but I hope we never lose sight of wanting remote control helicopters and being treated like royalty on our birthdays.Happy Birthday, Erik. (And no, I really didn’t get you the helicopter. But I got you something else just as good.)Carrie Click is the editor and general manager of The Citizen Telegram in Rifle ( Carrie went innertubing on her 40th birthday. She can be reached at 384-9170,

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