Descriptive Essay About My Birthday

Every year when it was my birthday, my parents would invite around 20 people to come to our house and celebrate my birthday with me. They would invite family and friends. Most of family moved to America when I was around seven. My Mom made very delicious cakes for my birthdays. My friends loved my birthday cakes. For food, we would buy burgers. When the party was over my friends would stay at my house and we would have a sleepover. During our sleepover we told each other many funny jokes and ate all the leftover cakes and

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.

My name is Rafael Braghini Arêas and my memorable day was on twenty-sixtieth, December, twenty sixteen. My family and I went to the Beto Carrero World and I was happy for seeing my father joked as a child, he, a man super serious! He went in the toys more than me and I didn't achieve to follow him. On the day we went to on the beach.

It was the first day of third grade. For many this day just meant the beginning of yet another school year, an addition to the collection of time spent in the jail we all call elementary school. For me however, it meant the beginning of a new life. I had just moved from Mexico into the United States. The city I used to live in is

Hello my name is John. I was just everyday salaryman. It was my 24th birthday night when i were walking in the park. Where i had my first date with my first and last girlfriend. There were two people doing inappropriate thing in the park. Was what i thought and this place have some important memory of my life so i decided to remind them.

The next day was my birthday; I couldn’t help but think this was going to be the worst birthday ever. I woke up alone, but my mom had everything planned out so that I would have a good day. Later that night I went back up to the hospital with my brothers, and my mom had a cake for me and presents. She made my birthday great regardless of the circumstances.

It was my 15th birthday (July 22). I had my birthday party at my grandma’s ranch. I invited my best friends and my family. Lena, Pay, Lyss, Sky came with cowgirl clothes on. Sal, Shelly, Eric, Hunter, Luc came with cool party clothes. It was a beautiful hot day for my joy to my birthday. I was having so much fun and then I opened my presents. The first present I got was a beautiful black stallion. I named my horse “Spartan”. I also got a brand new saddle for Spartan. I got the saddle on him and got on him. I rode him down to grandma’s workplace to the creek.

It was 2007 and my family was planning on taking a trip to the Philippines, I was so excited I have always wanted to meet all my other family there. My parents thought that me missing two months of school wouldn’t matter, because it was just 2nd grade. Also since we got all my homework before I would leave.

In the celebration of the local holidays and traditions of our country, we get to experiences new things that we don’t know about and it provides memories that will last a lifetime. We also have more time with our family and friends. It contributes a sense of comfort and happiness. I know more things during the time I spend with my family on holidays. For instance, when I was six years old, there was a day that my parent takes the whole family visiting my relatives’ houses. My parent told me to say “Happy New Years and wish you have the best luck this year.” to that person and then they give me a red envelope. I don’t know the reason why. When I got home, I open it and see twenty dollars, I am so happy. I did it every year and I come to realize the reason, it’s because what I say makes them happy and they give me money so that throughout the year I will get lucky too. But that don’t last long because my family moves to America and they don’t do that here, it’s sad. Nevertheless, I still thankful that I got to know those things before I

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!

August 2011, the most special and most meaningful year of my life started off. I got to know students from different countries during the year in the United States. Besides broadening my horizon, I also tried to show and explain to my new friends how beautiful and wonderful our culture is. I believe I have become a person who is more independent and mature. I can now face my own flaws and make amends of my mistakes. Besides facing my own flaws, I am willing to face all kinds of challenges in my life.

"Happy Birthday", my mom screamed out and scared me the morning of June 9. But it was surprising and nice of her since she wished me before anyone else. It was my eighteen birthday and it was my day. While looking out the big windows in my room, I thought to myself, I will do what satisfies me today, but wasn't quite sure what? I didn’t receive any calls from my friends, or other relatives. Nobody was home either besides my mom with whom I can’t make plans because she got her own work to do. It depressed me because it seemed like this was going to be one boring eighteen birthday.

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.

It was the day of my seventeenth birthday party and everything seemed to be going perfect. I woke up early to shower and get ready because I had made plans with my boyfriend Nathen to go to Mrs. J’s for breakfast. I told my mom I loved her and that I would see her in about an hour. I gave her a hug and kiss and stepped out the door. I got in my car and headed into town. It is a ten minute drive from my house to orrville. I called Nathen and told him I was on my way. As we started to order our food, I realized I had forgot to tell my mom what I wanted her to get me. I texted her because when I left she told me she was going to finish the laundry and then run errands to get everything for the day. As we finished our meals, I checked my phone and noticed that she had never replied. I called her as we got outside and I could just tell from the tone in her voice that something sounded wrong