![]() He gave me a coupon for one “Full Day with Dad.” On the back it says, “Good for one driving test at the DMV, followed by a celebratory meal at the restaurant of holder’s choosing, and a $100 shopping spree/gift card to store of choice.” I’ve been practicing with him in the parking lot near his office at the college. Dad’s present to me was that he’s taking me to get my license this week. It’s a really cute two-piece with boy shorts, and this fun, twisty top. Mom got me the swimsuit I tried on at the mall last week. Last year Cam (nobody calls him Cameron except Mom) climbed onto the roof from the front porch so he could get a better view, but Mom freaked and said, CAMERON! Get. You can see the display at the pier really well, and the ones in the cities just up the coast shoot off too. After we gorge on grilled meat and birthday cake, we all crowd onto the balcony outside my parents’ bedroom and watch the fireworks down the coast. ![]() Mom gets my favorite cake (the one with the berries in it). My brother, Cam, invites his friends from the varsity soccer team. There are lots of nets at the beach just down the hill, then we haul ourselves back up the canyon to our house for a cookout in the evening. Usually in the afternoon we have friends from school over and walk down to the beach to play volleyball. We’re not big July 4th celebrators … celebrators? Celebrants? People. It’s fun, kinda like having two birthdays in the same week. Mom always plans an actual birthday dinner-usually the Saturday night after July 4th so that I can have a day where we celebrate just for me. It’s so weird sharing a birthday with your country. I guess that’s the same thing, but “journal” sounds less like I’m riding a tricycle or something. Who writes “Dear Diary” in a diary? I mean, who writes in a diary at all? Shouldn’t I be blogging?
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