I remember it like it was yesterday.
It was the summer of 1992 and my family was sitting around the kitchen table for dinner. My sister and I had just spent the day at our friend’s house. This friend had a sweet new kitten named July who’s birthday was on July 8th. How fun!
I remember sitting there that evening (probably pushing around my dinner with my fork) as the wheels in my head started turning. I knew that sometimes my birthday fell on Thanksgiving so that meant other people’s/cat’s birthdays could also fall on holidays.
So I asked my family, “Is the 4th of July ever on the 8th?”
I waited for the response, so utterly hopeful that my friend’s dear cat could sometimes share her birthday with the best holiday in summer. I mean, pie and free fireworks? What more could a cat want?
But instead of confirmation of this amazing possibility, my ears were met with my family’s laughter.
“No Kate. The 4th of July is never on the 8th. Its always on THE 4TH OF JULY!”
It took me several agonizing minutes to understand that the 4th of July did not have the same calendar hopping as Thanksgiving. My heart sunk deep into my stomach. Poor July the Kitten had been robbed of sharing her birthday with America!
And for the rest of my life my family will never let me live down the dumbest– although well intentioned– question my 8 year old self ever asked at the dinner table.