It's funny how you remember birthdays. Well, I remember them. I remember turning five. I think it was five; it may have been four. But, I remember. I had a dress up party and I was allowed to wear the ridiculous looking poofy dress that I loved. I remember my mom helping me with it, but most of all, I remember the shoes. I really wanted to wear these shiny red shoes that didn't match. But, they were shiny and red and that's all that mattered to me. So, I put them on without my mom knowing. And I can remember walking down my front steps when the Tyson's (these sisters) came and my mom looking at me and telling me that my shoes didn't match. But, she laughed. And... then she let me wear them. It was my birthday and I got what I wanted on my birthday. I also remember another birthday when all I really wanted was the pretty cake from Howard's Bakery with a unicorn on it. I guess I thought it was pretty cool. But... it had lemon filling and my mom said that I wouldn't like it. But, she let me get it anyways and I hated it. And then it seems like there were all these other birthdays just mushed in between the red shoes and high school. My fifteenth birthday was memorable, but only because I lost my bra after P.E. class when we had swim. That day, I had a tennis match and was wearing my uniform to school, a tank top which was huge on me. I had to wear my wet bathing suit top underneath. The next year had to be the funniest birthday though. Anna and Elizabeth surprised me by making me breakfast that morning. It was great. I thought it ended there... but it didn't (because they are spectacular friends). They had somehow talked our honors English teacher into tricking me to stay after school to go over an essay I had written. It was all that I could think about. I didn't even care that it was my birthday. I went to his room after school and was shocked when he handed me a paper with my name on it that I hadn't written. It was a horrible essay... all about Animal Farm. And... I had to try to convince him that there was a mistake. And then, after all of this worry and frustration, Elizabeth and Anna came strutting into the classroom with guilty smiles. I was so upset. But, they had good intentions and all they wanted was for me to stay long enough for them to finish 7th period so they could take me to lunch. Now that I think about it, it was a little funny. It was a tough year to say the least. Oh! I almost forgot about how after eating lunch I went to tennis practice only to realize that we were going to run for 2 hours (not so great after eating). It was also Katie McCracken's birthday. Everyone loved Katie... and for good reason... but it topped everything off when the entire team sung happy birthday to her and no one knew it was also my birthday. That sounds so depressing, huh? Well, after that birthday... things have been better... in case you were worried :) We'll see what happens today. Maybe in another few years I will be writing about it. I'm going to make sure it doesn't include losing my bra. And on Saturday, I don't want to make any memories that I will regret. Just because I'm turning twenty-one doesn't mean anything changes. I'm just a day older than yesterday, right?
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You're a very good writer, maybe you should've been an English major... "I'm going to make sure it doesn't include losing my bra." = classic :)
I can remember some early birthdays, but not when I was really little. I can remember one where I was maybe 10 or 11, I was in the backyard with some friends waiting for my mom to take us to t-ball practice. To pass the time I started climbing on our apple tree, which has a huge branch that hangs about 10 feet over the picnic table we had set out on our lawn for the party later. Well to make a long story short, I was hanging upside down over the picnic table and fell, landed on my back and got the wind knocked out of me. Yeah, happy birthday.
There were a few other memorable ones in there, for my 14th birthday we all went to the bowling alley (which was really old and ghetto and had 10 lanes, and you had to keep score yourself). I remember having people over for my 15th and 16th birthdays, but they weren't very memorable. After that, I moved to Virginia, and I honestly haven't really had a birthday since then. In fact, I haven't even had a birthday cake for the past three years... maybe that's why I feel so old.
Hey, remember the birthday that Eric threw up outside your house because he had a concussion? And then sat in the corner looking like death while everyone wondered who he was? Good times.
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