My first memory
Your friends write on your page.
Your wall is a page with your name on it. Your friends write on it and put photos up. Every birthday opens a new one.
My first memory
El piwin
Real memories, posted publicly on mybirth.day. It arranges itself.
Something happened.
Keep the photo, the video, the thing somebody said.
Put the photo on a wall.
The birthday one, the wedding one, the one for the trip. You choose who comes in.
Move it wherever you want.
Pull a corner and it gets bigger.
Nothing pushes it down.
Your wall stays the way you left it.
What we’re about.
The app is where it lives.
It tells you the second somebody writes on your wall. Your friends can open your wall from the link without installing anything.
A day is not a birthday.
Any day worth keeping can have a wall. The birthday one is just the one that makes itself.
Nobody misses your day.
Your wall opens at your own midnight. Everyone who follows you hears about it that afternoon.