In Honor of My Birthday

Ok, so I know it's a little immature to glorify in one's own birthday, but I got to thinking about something today.

I have a really good memory
Seriously. names. other people's birthdays. addresses. I could recite scenes from movies verbatim since I could talk.
I have very clear memories of my 4th birthday (green dress), my 5th (got pro photos taken; i was not happy), my 6th (was sick), my 8th birthday (afternoon party with school friends) and everything after that.

But.
I cannot for the life of me remember what I did on my 7th birthday....Seriously, what was I doing that whole year??? Did something completely horrible happen that I chose to block that year out of my mind???
Did I get attacked by a swan?
Did my parents forget my birthday (unlikely, but just wondering if a 1st grade version of 16 candles might have transpired here)?
Is it like that creepy dystopian Lowry book where everybody has blank memories except flashes of like, red apples, or green grapes or something?
Did i get hit in the heat with a dart because believe it or not thats what i played with a child?
Or was it just so horrifyingly dismal and boring that my mind now skips over it? It's seriously like nothing ever happened. Like i just went from 6 to eight in one fell swoop (very macbeth of me to use that phrase, right?). In all honesty, I think I just developed really high standards really early and life, and its possible that my 7th birthday just didnt quite rise to the occasion.

And if thats true, does that mean i need to keep topping my previous birthday every year? Thats gonna be hard work. seriously, i dont know if im that talented. It's like my friend, who for anonymity's sake I'll call.....Clovis. Clovis says that I'm just so awesome and so the [expletive] that I just dont have time for nonsense. Any maybe the very definition of nonsense in my life was my 7th birthday.

Poor my 7th birthday. It wasn't like it was its fault or anything. it just lacked the drive, the passion, the sheer awesomeness of, say, my 15th birthday. Now that was cool. Getting the Bon Jovi gold plated record was about the coolest thing ever. Or like my 10th birthday when i got to ride around in a limo all afternoon. Or my 13th when i got my first iPod. It was pretty and blue and beautiful. No wonder my 7th birthday feels inferior. I should really do something to make it feel better. Send my 7th birthday flowers, or something, tell my 7th birthday that its ok, you're quiet, reserved, you make people come to you. You dont try to make statements like the other birthdays. So what if you're not as memorable. I'm sure the cake was good....