My nineteenth birthday was spent as part of the volunteer work staff at a Christian camp in Upstate New York. My primary duty was washing dishes in the kitchens, and in particular the pots and pans. It was a hot and time consuming job.
Not wanting to make a fuss, and to do my duty, I allowed my birthday to pass away virtually unnoticed. As I was finishing my shift, one of the supervisors asked if I had had a good day. I responded by saying it had been busy, but not bad; though it was kind of strange for a birthday.
He said that I should have said something, and they would have done something special. He then asked if I had ever been sailing. When I replied that I hadn’t, he took me down to the lake and gave me a private lesson.
A sailing lesson On a birthday nearly missed Friendship on a lake