I actually wanted to go to Paris for my 16th birthday (my parents were not having that and I still have yet to go) but did suggest taking my two best friends to Disney World. We stayed at the Beach Club, had adjoining rooms with my parents and loaded up on pixie sticks (dorkfest). Dillo fun fact: That was the first time I went on Space Mountain!
Yesterday I turned <cough> 31 <cough> and 15 years ago last weekend I got to celebrate my 16th birthday, not in a hall, not lighting 16 candles, but in the Happiest Place on Earth. Appropriate, no?