On my 11th birthday, I got this cake with a hockey player on it. Since I didn’t play hockey and never had even the remotest passing interest in the damn sport, I couldn’t figure out why I had this cake. I mean, dinosaur models and comic books and chess and drawing, these were my life at 11. Hockey?! As if!
The adults all mumbled something about having goals and grabbing life by the stick, but I always had the feeling that they just forgot to get a cake for me and had to make do with whatever they could find at the Winn-Dixie at the last minute.