On Saturday, August 20th, 2011, it was my 21st birthday. I didn't have a party or anything, or got any presents. Of course, I didn't know what I wanted anyway. But my grandma bought me this yummy birthday cake. It was chocolate with lemon filling and white frosting. It even had "Happy 21st, Ian" written on it in red icing, and pink and white roses drawn on it in frosting. So, when I was ready to light the candles, make a wish, and blow them out, my grandmother bought candles for the cake, all right, but she bought the wrong kind. Instead of a 2 candle and a 1 candle, she just got regular birthday candles, and she suggested I put 21 candles on the cake.
But by the time I got all 21 candles onto the cake and got them lit, those little candles were burning fast! It was like my cake was on fire! Good thing I blew all those candles out before that actually happened. In fact, before anything caught on fire. So, I guess my grandma and I learned the hard way that 21 little birthday candles are just way to much. Plus, it can be a real fire hazard. (Nothing caught on fire, by the way.)
