I think everybody gets excited about their birthday, irrespective of age. Why not? It is just one day in the whole year that is YOUR day. I till remember my grandma, my father's mother who is no more. Her birthday was in January 1st. Every year we, her children and grand children, would get excited and throw a party on the new years day and she would always cheerfully be a part of celebrations. My dad still loves his birthday and to this day insists on a birthday dinner along with all his brothers. I have myself always planned things to do for my birthday every year. Too bad, mine was always during school holidays(and I have cribbed about this in many many posts), yet I miss all those years of not being able to distribute candies to a class of 50. Anyway, I feel there's something not too in the groove with my generation( or just me) because the last few years I felt so overwhelmed about anticipating disappointment that I actually looked forward to passing off the day in silo and resuming life afterward. I would prefer eating in silence for the fear of not having to start a dinner table argument. It even rained a certain year. Fortunately that year, my colleague AT sensed this as we were winding up work and got a group to dine out mentioning all along that I didn't have to bear the bill. The fact is I didn't have to be alone that evening and felt that wee bit of excitement coming back which I had suppressed away.