Celia attempts to figure out birthdays.

When I was a kid I had a strange idea on how birthdays work. Since I realized that I was turning 6 years old on the 6th September, I figured that my next birthday would be at the 7th September, since I'd turn 7 then.

I actually had the fear of turning over 30, since I wouldn't have any birthdays anymore.

Rags from Illinois tells this tale of a confused birthday party:

My birthday is October 27th. When I was a child, my mom would have our extended family over for a party on my actual birthday and would then follow it up with a Halloween-themed party for my friends on October 31st. This led me to believe I had two birthdays - the 27th and the 31st.

When people asked me how I had two birthdays, I said, "My head came out on the 27th and my body came out on the 31st." And I totally believed that logical explanation.

From the anonymous bin:

I was born on Valentine's Day. Given that my birthday was a holiday, I naturally assumed that everyone else was born on a holiday.

Whenever I met someone I would ask them what holiday their birthday was on and I would be genuinely confused when they told me some random day that wasn't a holiday. I believed that people were only born on a legitimate holiday like Halloween or Christmas.

Now my six year old tries to keep track of upcoming holidays throughout they year (because holiday=candy) and he always refers to his birthday as a holiday. Regardless of the fact that others across the nation do not celebrate on that day.