Can you remember the birthday party you enjoyed the most and least when you were a child and why?

I never had a birthday party or cake when I was a child. There was never enough money for birthdays.
The only birthday party I was invited to was when I was about 8 . My mum had found a second hand pink frilly dress for me to wear. It was awful,all the other children wore casual clothes and knew all the party games. I felt so left out and embarrassed.
My own children had parties every year and I enjoyed being able to spoil them.

I remember all my parties from age 3 - the one when I cried because I had to share my new toys, the one when there was so much snow that nobody could come, the one when my horrible cousin came and spoilt everything etc etc
I was always an introvert and hated parties.

geekesse
How absolutely wonderful ?

Ohh. This is a bad memory. As a child I wasn’t pretty. Long red hair, skinny, freckles and goofy teeth. I was - over a few years- invited to the birthday party of a pretty blonde in my class (ages I guess about 9-12?). They invited boys and towards the end had a ‘beauty contest’. We were asked to parade through the room and be judged. I always lost and the birthday girl always won. It demolished me year on year. I begged my mum not to send me but she didn’t understand.

Sixth birthday party of a Middle Eastern princess I went to school with, in a desert palace with a garden of heavily scented roses. I remember little about the party, but after living in a dusty desert town, I was utterly overwhelmed by the scent of the roses.

I only remember one in any detail. It was when I was five and bananas had just made an appearance after the end of the War. My Mum used to make banana sandwich filling with mashed parsnip and banana essence, but at this party we had real bananas, though they were green and a bit hard. My own parties were better because my birthday is November 5th so we always had a fireworks party. We would line the front window and watch my Dad and uncle light the blue touch paper with their cigarette ends. The best were the roman candles and Catherine wheels, though the latter sometimes fell off the piece of wood they were mounted on. In my teens I was allowed to go out and help, though I was disgusted when a spark caused a ladder in my very first pair of nylons.

My brothers’, I think he was 5, so I was 10, Mum had made a really impressive train cake, everyone wanted the chimney and fought over it, so I had it!

I only remember one. My last one. My best friend and I had a food fight, and I remember my mum saying, 'Right, that is your LAST party.' And it was. Ooops.

I don't even remember having any or going to others.
It was just us as a family because I remember jellies in cases and mum's baking, but no kids.
I don't suppose people had much after the war.

The worst was having a clown turn up at my friends party,i freaked out and ran home.
still can`t stand them.
The best was my 10th birthday party,all of the family came and 2 of my best friends came too.Mom did allthe food and ir was wonderfull.