One of the neatest birthdays I ever went to was a sweet-16 party for a friend, right around this time of year. They had a harvest theme. We played old-fashioned games: apple bobbing, apple-biting on the string, tag, hide-n-seek, pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey, duck-duck-goose, and a version of musical chairs with throw pillows where we danced and crashed onto a pillow when the music stopped. Some of the games had little prizes. I won Hubba-Bubba bubble gum and a marathon candy bar (don't think those exist anymore?!) and a nun eraser.

We decorated cookies and had cake and cider. I took home some of the cookies when my dad picked me up. I thought it was sort of intimate and real -- totally different from all of the other parents-aren't home-we-have-alcohol stupid parties or the other ones where catty girls make at least one miserable before morning. It wasn't too big. Oh, and the parents had Christmas lights all over the yard which made hide-n-seek fun.
I went to another party more recently that I liked. We all had s'mores in the park and used the park's bbq. We played kick-ball. There was a book theme and we were supposed to give a favorite book from our young adulthood to give -- used or whatever. It was neat that everyone signed the books and said why they chose them and what they hoped for the birthday boy (15).
Money can be more of a hindrance to true celebrations, sometimes. Something really unique or fun or special might just arise from tougher circumstances. Happy birthday to your special young person!
peace,
teastaigh