I've never had a bad birthday. My brother, however, spent one of his on a family canoe trip in the boundary waters (between Minnesota and Canada). The night of his birthday, we had to move at the last minute to a different campsite an hour away, there was a horrible storm, we couldn't light the stoves so we ate stale hardtack and jam for dinner, we were all soaked and freezing cold, it got dark much too soon so we were all stumbling around in the wind, rain, and mud trying to put up tents. He finally started crying and said, "This is the worst tenth birthday I've ever had!".