Essay About My Birthday

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.

In “The Years of My Birth” by Louise Erdrich it is critical to understand the symbolic meaning of the presence connected to white room and the main character Linda, who is also known as Tuffy. Being that Linda is the main character and the narrator in the story we learn that she retells the story fifty years later. Erdrich invest much effort in explaining the earlier years that links an indescribable phantom presence, which comes to Linda at other moments in her life. “ That presence would come to me again other moments in my life. Its return is partly what this story is

“Happy birthday dear Marley, happy birthday to you!” Of course, my dad just had to go all out and he announced as loud as he could in the house. “13 years ago the famous Marley Jackson was born on June 18th of 1781 and by god was it the best day!” The workers in the house all clapped after my dad's announcement.

Most people think that their birthday is a day to celebrate themselves with cake and presents. I had a different experience. On my seventeenth birthday, I experienced an event that could compare to the complete opposite of a birthday. At the end of that dreadful day, I realized that we can only take life one day at a time.

It was a beautiful morning on July 5th, 2015. Nine days until my birthday! Outside the birds were chirping and the sun was beaming through my window. I had just woken up as my mom came into my room, telling me to come downstairs for a surprise. In my mind, I was thinking that something arrived from Amazon and they decided to give it to me now. After lying in bed for a little while on my phone, I decided to get up. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, and went downstairs to see what this was all about. Right when I turned the corner into the kitchen, I saw a poster board that said “SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY” on it. Next to the sign, there was a food bowl and a dog cage. I immediately knew that it had something to do with a dog, but I didn’t know

To this day, I am still haunted by the fact that I was on all fours cleaning the lunch room walls on my tenth birthday. It was August 30th, 2009 and my boyfriend and I were sitting next to each other in the lunchroom. It was my birthday, and I was turning ten years old. It was a very important birthday because I was finally at double digits. All that mattered that day was me. I wore a bright pink sundress and I felt amazing. It started off as a great day.

Who knows, will there even be a tomorrow? Was there really a yesterday, or was it all just a dream? Will we ever know?

It was a beautiful morning on July 5th, 2015. Outside the birds were chirping and the sun was beaming through my window. I had just woken up as both of my parents came into my room, and told me to come downstairs for a surprise. In my mind, I thought something had arrived from Amazon and they decided to give it to me now as an early birthday present. After lying in bed for a little while on my phone, I decided to get up. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, and went downstairs to see what this was all about. Right when I turned the corner into the kitchen, I saw a poster board that said “SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” on it. Next to the sign, there was a food bowl and a dog cage. I immediately knew that it had something to

As my curly-wavy long brown hair lands back on my back from grabbing the nice warm, airy croissant with the sweet smell of warmth and honey butter hits my nose. I knew my brother was not as smart as he seems.

The day after my 9th birthday was unforgettable. It was horrifying. It all started on the day of my birthday. I was rushing out of the doorway tripping over my own feet just to get in the car. It was July 19th 2015 and we were headed to Great wolf lodge to celebrate my birthday. My mom told me I could bring three friends. I new I wanted to bring my friends Ashley and Jenna. They were about the same age as me. I also picked a friend from school and her name was Madison.

Every birthday is supposed to be special and happy right? Wrong. They are for sure memorable, but not necessarily in a good way. Do you ever have an experience that ruins something that you had cherished for so long? There have been lots of times in my life that I have been confronted with situations that changed the way I viewed myself and others, there is one distinct time that I remember abruptly changing my view, and finally learning some very important messages. On the particular day that my eyes were opened, my birthday, I had one of the most confusing, irritating, frustrating days of my life. A day I will remember for as long as I live. Birthdays were an event that I had so dearly cherished before this one, my 7th birthday, after that, they were ruined forever.

This morning, I woke up to my mommy, daddy, and brother, Jacob, pounding on my door screaming, “Surprise.” Was it my sixth birthday? Had I honestly not remembered today was my day to shine? No, I knew it was not my birthday. So, what could my parents possibly be surprising me for?

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 my birthday. Two things that I never thought would happen. One was me getting a chocolate lab I named Hazel, the second was losing a loved one. These two things happened on one day that I will love and hate for the rest of my life.

Happy birthday to me! It feels like 15 degrees Celsius in Los Angeles. But, it’s 59 degrees Fahrenheit. I still couldn’t get my Fahrenheit and mile sense right even after the eighth straight year here. Most of my friends from India wished me half a day before. While some took special care in wishing me at twelve by the Pacific Time Zone. The time difference is handsome. The best wish came from my mother, who could never cater to the current technologies. She called me. The old voice call feels more real than the 3D-calling prevalent these days. Usually, I am not a person who would boast of her birthdays but, this deserved to be documented because it is my last year in the States. So here, I write about how my 27th starts.