Dangerously Low Bmi Elderly

Birthday parties

Every kid dreams of celebrating his birthday with his friends to a luncheon where a magician will perform , a boom which the boys might dare invite a girl to dance in the vain hope of seeing a piece Breast in plunging necklines , an evening where the real guys assist each a glass of alcohol to girls who dance together at the bottom of the nightclub. Whichever way, all children that we had wanted to spend this special day in the company of their comrades , to mark the occasion and make this a memorable date.

I've never really celebrated my birthday. Most of the time, date faded behind the festival of bells, and was punctuated by a wonderful cake concocted by my mom, around which we gather immediate family. Around the table, each raised his glass and I was a child does not realize that this celebration was not designed specifically to mark the change of age, but rather to take advantage of an opportunity more partying. The party with adults, whatever. Not one where you move, you're playing blind man's buff or football with his buddies. Nor even that which we know his first love, during a boom in the bottom of a garage. Even less in the end which is in the air sends to not remember the next day ....

In hindsight, I do not even know if I regret. These small parties, armored hopes and dreams of children, are they finally essential? What would they have me? Older you get, the less we appreciate that fateful day when the body is literally a year older. Anniversaries of the time, the campaign away from where I imagine the Parisian manners dynamism, magicians, girls topless and vapors of cannabis, were limited to mark the occasion and to continue his life as if nothing had happened. A taste of adulthood.