As a child, expected this month with great anticipation, counting the days until that day comes, now that I am old, I look with contempt the calendar, and I start to feel funny with each passing day, and sometimes want anyone remember that day, but my own ego prevents me.
Perhaps it was that when I was little, my house used to celebrate the big birthday, the family gathered, and always had roast beef for that day. The corresponding release requirement was the clothes, and one and gave me another gift, which most expected was that someone would give me money to buy what I want (in this & amp; eacute; little more than what they gave me was 20 quetzalito, which is one patojo for more of something you reached.) However
as one grows and is leaving behind the children, adults gradually they begin to stop treating one as a child, and begin to large gifts, clothing, maybe money, maybe nothing. Birthdays as a becomes large gradually begin to lose the magic, and they become bored and slowly began to lose interest when we become big, we realize that all we do on birthdays, is to remind ourselves how old we are.
While I will not deny that in some ways I am glad that someone wishes me happy birthday and even congratulate me or give me a hug, tambien slowly begin to notice the lack of interest because of the biggest on his birthday and I spread: it is because it makes them older.
I'm still not old, but others make me feel old at every birthday, I hate to celebrate, also in this month marks many anniversaries, including some who would not remember, so for my September lost the charm of years before and for me it became a month would never come to pass or flying.
