If you were a reader of my blog over the summer you will have learned that I absolutely despise my birthday. So to pick a favorite is quite difficult. I do believe, though, that my sixteenth birthday was probably the best. It was the first time I had ever been kidnapped by my friends, and the last. My dad gave me his beat up piece of crap car which I was so excited about. I was finally old enough to date as well. I'd have to say it was the best birthday I've had.