When I turned sixteen, my daddy held a huge celebration for me. We rented a limousine and he had practically a whole restaurant in downtown Boston reserved just for us. It was on the top of a building overlooking the whole city. Everyone came out for it. They cleared the floor of tables and made a little dance floor, and we had a DJ doing all the best songs and everything. After a while, some of us went back to our house. When we got there, I saw a new BMW parked in the front with a red ribbon tied around it. It was all for me! That had to be the best birthday ever.