Once upon a child's life, blowing out candles was fun and exciting.

Even now, watching a 40 year old man blow out 40 candles in one fell breath is great entertainment, you feel good just being around a challange of that sort.

And then there's me.

On Tuesday night, my house church made me a cake and watched me attempt to blow out the candles. Attempt being the key word. I think I got maybe four-fifths of them out, something around there. And then I had no air left.

And last night, my jr. highers brought cupcakes (Well, my roommate brought cupcakes but all my jr. highers sang for me) and again there were candles. I got all but three out this time since some cupcakes had two candles in them.

It's pathetic, isn't it? I'm supposed to still be young, and here I am not even being able to blow out the candles on my cake, already!

Don't forget to wake me up when the walker races start.. I think I can still handle that one!