Teen Dreams Book 2Chapter 13
“Happy Birthday to you.” It was possibly the worst rendition of that song ever in the entire history of the human race. Not only was everybody (well, with one noticeable exception) a mile off key, but, even worse, everybody seemed to be a mile off a different key. But the thought was there, and they do say that it’s the thought that counts. I was sixteen. I could smoke if I wanted to (no thanks), legally ride a motor bike, drink beer, wine or cider with a table meal in a pub or restaurant,...