I have no memory of a favorite birthday. In general, I find birthday parties to be embarrassing. I remember having one when I was 6? 7? 8? years old. I don’t remember. It was embarrassing. My most memorable birthdays have been when I was sick, crying, or lonely. I’ll be traveling to a conference on my 30th birthday. Getting older doesn’t bother me. In fact, I can safely say that I get better with each passing year. I am smarter. I understand myself better. My body is stronger than ever before. For the birthday itself, I want to be taken out to dinner. That is all.