An Essay About My Birthday

September 2003 is a date that has impacted my life in various ways. Every person is a book in process, we have a beginning, make critical choices, have a climax, but with no wonder how it will completely end. When I was six years old, I didn’t realize I was going to start my American Dream. I was not aware that I was leaving my love ones, my best friend, and my house to live in a country where I knew and had nothing. Crossing the scorching deserts in the middle of the night, I had no idea my life was actually going to change for the better. Being brought from Mexico, I was directly enrolled in Pactolus Elementary School in North Carolina without any basic knowledge of the English language. As a new student, I was afraid to speak because I did not know

The sky was always blue holding sunshine rays in her world. Her name was Rosaline Deponte, my great-grandma. The continuous smile that she showed on her face reminded us how precious life is and to not take things for granted. Cold wood floors that could easily freeze toes, single-walled construction, shut rows of jalousie windows, and the smell of warm sweet bread on the counter 24/7, that was Rosaline’s house.

That morning I was so happy and filled with excitement. I came into school and everyone was happy to see me. Even people I barely knew were happy to greet me with a sincere birthday congratulations. It was awesome because I had so many new friends and all of us were joyful on that day.

I was born on September 11of 2004 in Finley Hospital in the morning. I did not cry much and that is a good thing when I was hungry for food I would eat things like those mash potatoes, pudding cups, pancakes, waffles and sometimes I still eat them. I liked to play a lot so when I was little I loved to throw any type of ball like a tennis ball. Then I would break many things.

shape the world. This date to me not only is my birthday, but this is the date that a major change

I was born on October 23rd, 1999 very early in the morning the very first person to carry me was my dad. When I two years old me and my mom moved to Las Vegas, and lived there for about 6 years then soon move back to California. That was in early the early 2000’s when that happened . Few years past by then my sister was born June 23rd, 2005. I was staying with my cousin at the time until she was born then I went to see my sister on the day she was born.

On November 8, 1998, I was a surprise to Robin Freeman and Tony Blackwell. It was such a surprise because it was my mom’s birthday. She was celebrating with some pizza when all of a sudden, her water broke. They rushed to the hospital and a couple of hours later, Shirquita Dishae Blackwell was delivered into the world. I think it is unique my mom and I have the same birthday. I was so light in skin color they said my brother thought I was white, but my mom said it had looked like my heart was bigger than any other standing in the room with her.

I was born on the thirteenth of May in the year 2000 to Clair and Jay Brake. At the time, my parents still lived in Mocksville, North Carolina, so I was born in Davis Hospital. I weighed 6 pounds. When I was three, on August the twenty ninth, my little brother Jason was born. My earliest memory is of Dad holding Jason on the first night back from the hospital, and I asked why Mom hadn’t come home with us yet. Dad said she needed to heal from Jason, and I went to bed.

In 1773 me and my family wanted to see the Boston Tea party, the same year 310 street lights were added in Boston my son and daughter loved it. !776 the Declaration of Independance was signed my family got together and we had a party. 1777 the army made camp at valley Forge. Today one of my roommates couldn’t take the winter so he grabbed a horse and left, so he is declared a deserter. In my town including my sister had scarlet fever, scarlet fever is when the females of the town start to think the red coats are cute.

It is common for strangers or even family members to share the same birthday, even if it’s a different year. Which brings me to my cousin, Johnathan. I can finally say we have one thing in common; he shares the same birthday as I do. However, we are 1,000 miles away, but it shouldn’t stop me from thinking of someone else on their special day as well. In addition, a stranger to me before history class has shared the same birthday with myself for over 280 years. He was a Founding Father and the second president of the United States, that is, John Adams was born on October 30, 1735. Even though there are not only birthdays, but there are deaths that occur every day as well.

The year 1981 some pretty amazing things happen that marked a day in history. Besides me being born on June 21st, Ronald Reagan was inaugurated as the 40th President. Three months later there was an assassination attempt on him. April 12, NASA launch the first space shuttle. May 13, Pope John 2nd is shot and critically wounded. June 5th, five homosexual men diagnosed with a rare pneumonia that started the AIDS era. June 18, AIDS was officially recognized by medical professionals. July 11th, Neva Rockerfeller was the first women ordered to pay her husband alimony. August 1st, MTV kicked off its first broadcast. November 4th, Dr. George Nichopoulas was acquitted of overprescribing addictive drugs for Elvis Presley.

On the day, I was born there was a terrible plane crash in Colombia. The pilot of TAME Flight 120 was flying in foggy conditions early that morning. Around 10:20 that morning, TAME Flight 120 crashed into the Andes Mountains in Colombia. The plane was a Boeing 727-100. The incident killed 94 people. No one survived the crash.

Talk about when and where you were born and things of importances at that time.

The morning sunshine seeped through the cracks between my shutters, lighting up my room. I could hear the clock ticking and the rays of sunlight bouncing off of my eyelids. I barely got any sleep last night because I was ecstatic that tomorrow was, my birthday! I jumped up out of bed, how could I have forgotten that it was my birthday? Suddenly all of my drowsiness turned it into excitement and I jumped up, throwing the red gradient quilt off of my bed. I slowly walked out of my room, making very little noise, checking to see if anyone else was awake. I peeked through the intricate staircase railings and tried to spot anyone downstairs, no one was in sight. I tiptoed down the cream coloured stairs, reached the bottom and got startled when my mom yelled, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”, her voice bouncing off the walls of house. A grin so big spread across my face, I couldn’t believe I was turning four years old!

It is April 4th. It is my 21 birthday.21 years ago I was born and got named Thea. My mom Emily, dad James, sister Maddison, and brother Liam are coming over to celebrate my birthday. There are a few things I must do before they come.