In 2010, my best friend died on my birthday. This year, my mom died five days before my birthday.
I was born on 9/11. I was in my mid 20’s when the twin towers went down. Thankfully I didn’t know anyone personally who had been affected by it (I’m on the other coast) but it was a pretty grim day nonetheless.
We were playing laser tag. One cousin pushed me into a corner and blasted me for an entire round and the next round my other cousin bashed my face with a laser gun. They played the remaining rounds without me since I was preoccupied to having my bleeding face tended to. I told my parents beforehand I didn’t want to invite them since they were jerks but they insisted I was overreacting and didn’t want to insult the parents by not inviting them.
I was sick this year, that’s the worst I remember. I had a sore throat, fever, and nausea. Barely able to work from home that week, I felt so bad. I had a lot of sex the weekend after, so that was nice at least.
It was shortly before quarantine, but I’m like 95% sure it wasn’t COVID.
My 5th birthday. I was locked in an unfinished concrete basement with the power off for an unknown amount of hours.