When I turned 10 years old my parents threw me a birthday party and one of the games was pin the tail on the donkey. Remember that game? One of my friends spun another around insisting she was right on track to the donkey poster plastered on the door: “There! There! Pin it there!” she screeched. And so, my trusting friend pinned me on the shoulder with a paper tail and tape – I stood very still, looked at my mom in horror, and my troublemaker friend laughed. When my blindfolded friend removed her mask she was fuming mad.
Ten was a good year – what I’d give for those types of problems. A few minutes later we were off to some other game and later to giant slices of cake. I think Care Bears were the thing that year.
Well, as FreshDirect marks its ten year anniversary making deliveries I got to thinking about turning ten. I turned to my colleagues to see what they remember about their tenth birthdays. It seems ten is a definite milestone: (More…)