Birthday Party Justice
I have one of those memories that is seared into my brain. One that will never leave me no matter what. My mom still likes to talk about it. To be honest, I probably have some deep-seated issue over this and probably should discuss it in therapy! Let me set the scene for you: The year is probably 1988 or 1989. I was 8 or 9 years old living on a corner house about a block from the elementary school in Emporia, Kansas. My mom kept a close eye on me and I didn't venture too far from home. (for good reason but that's a story for another day!). I remember coming home from school and being so stoked because I was invited to a birthday party of the girl that lived 3 or 4 houses down (Stephanie Reese). It was a sleepover and although my mom wasn't going to allow me to stay the night, I was going to be able to attend the birthday party portion of the evening. I was so happy! We weren't rich by any means. My mom worked two jobs and was putting herself through college while rais...
