Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday dear meeee, Happy birthday to meeeeeeeeeee!
This morning my daughter asked me how old I was; when I told her, she looked disappointed and said: I thought you were sixteen! I almost said I wish I were, but thinking about it, if I had to revisit my younger years, I would go for my twenties, they were much more fun than any silly teens (not that I am not happy where I am now, of course).