February 1970 ~ I turned one.
I don't remember the yellow cotton dress I wore.
I don't remember the homemade cake shaped like a pink elephant. (A pink elephant? Really? Like the kind drunk people are rumored to see? Surely not.)
I don't remember that my cousins Johnny and Janine, who were born the previous December and April respectively, were watching and taking notes to see how a one-year-old was supposed to comport herself. I hope I set a good example.
February 1974 ~ I turned five
On my fifth birthday my father had to drive in from out of town to visit. He gave me a bicycle. He took me to the parking lot of the church next to the apartment complex where we (my mother and sister and I) lived, to ride it. He stayed only a few hours. I'm sure there was probably a party for me that year too, but I don't remember it.