I loved being 11. I can’t remember why exactly, perhaps it was living on a mountain I was free to roam at ease, spending my summers swimming in beautiful rivers, becoming finally fluent in the language I was studying in, the joys of childhood were many for me. I really can’t complain. It was also the year my youngest sister was born. And here we are, 11 years later! It deserved a good cake. A cake planned by the birthday girl herself!