February 1976 ~ I turned seven
I don't remember the party, or the gifts, or even the cake. What I do remember it that my grandparents took me out to dinner. Just me. They came to my house and picked me up, after dark. It was like a date. I was so excited.
We drove there in my grandfather's Oldsmobile. I know this, because my whole life my grandfather drove an Oldsmobile. During the drive, there was a story on the radio about being trained as an opera singer. I thought that sounded like fun, and asked my grandparents if they thought I could be an opera singer. I don't remember what they said, but I know what they were thinking.
They took me to a restaurant called Granny's Attic. The wait-staff sang "Someone's in the attic with Granny," to the tune of Someone's in the Kitchen with Dinah. I had so much fun.