Counting by tens makes it easy.
My first candle was a 7 and then the ones came after that.
Dave lit them with an electric fire started which took away all of the fun of having to remember which way to hold a match stick when trying to get the most out of one strike.
But there were chants to see if I could blow them out.
I do not know why the old family story that goes with blowing out candles returned to me, but it did.
So with one fell swoop I blew as hard as I could out of the side of my mouth.
Now THAT is getting old.