When I was a kid I hated two things about my birthday: 1) it wasn’t during the summer (I was so jealous of kids who got to have beach or pool birthday parties!), and 2) because my birthday is in September and I started school when I was four instead of five, I was the youngest in the class. (And for some reason, being the youngest was just no fun…everyone thought it was super cool to be the oldest. Oh how things change as an adult, lol.)
With an end-of-June birthday, my dad is luckier on both counts.…