A childhood belief about birthdays

I thought when I was four that a year was the same as a day. And then when I found out I had a birthday once every year, I was ecstatic, and I thought that logically, at some point every day, it was my birthday. When my real birthday came, my fifth one, I began crying when there were only five candles on my cake. I kept saying that I 'should be thirty-two by now!'