Essay On My Birthday

After that, we went to a couple more other merchandise shops. By the end of the day, we had gotten up enough courage to ride our first roller coaster. The only roller coaster that was in the section that we were allowed to explore that day was the Red Rock-It. Linda, who was in my group was a wuss and didn’t want to ride it. It was a surprisingly short wait. When I was finally on the ride, it gave me the opportunity to pick from a list of songs what I wanted to listen to while the ride was going. I picked the song “I Will Survive” by Gloria Gaynor. As the ride twisted, turned, and went upside down, my hair was blowing in the wind while basting music was being produced from the speakers on either side of me. As I went off the ride, I felt lighter than air. I had a slight headache, but it was worth it. I knew that this trip would be one to remember. We soon went to the center of the park and grouped together to get back to the hotel where we quickly took showers to get ready for bed, and had a pep talk about what was to be expected of the next day. By 10:00 p.m. I was fast asleep.

The summers of 2013, I went to Cedar Point. It was me, my brother, my mom, dad, and my dad’s friend. My dad said, “we are going to get on all of us the roller coasters” and the rest of us said “ok.”

The car shook and creaked as a motor took us up. For a few seconds, we were at the top. I looked around at the park, but then the car dropped and my stomach went with it. All I could remember from the rest of the ride was my first loop and the adrenaline pumping through my body. When I got off, I was dizzy but I yelled, “THAT WAS AWESOME!” My friends giggled as we walked to our next ride.

My friends and I always wanted to go to the Superman ride. But this time I was kind

After an hour of waiting in line we finally got on the ride I was so excited. I sat in the front seat of the old run down cart it had rips and tears on the seat. The ride started out slow it was

We started our long journey to Gurnee, Illinois where Six Flags Great America is located. Melissa, Anna and I were playing in the car while my mom was paying attention to the road. It was still early in the morning, so I took a nap and I woke up 45 minutes later. We all stopped at McDonald's on the way, because we did not have any breakfast yet.

I thought, “What better way to celebrate your birthday, than to be at Disney?” This was one of the reasons I planned it around his birthday, I thought it would make it an extra special trip. When it’s your birthday, you can wear a big button pinned to your shirt that says, “Happy Birthday.” on it and you write your name on it with a Sharpie. Immediately after leaving our hotel room, hotel guests, restaurant staff, the bus driver, people on the bus, staff at the park, other guests in the park, they were all wishing Ian happy birthday. He was keeping count, (or tried to) anyway, as to how many birthday wishes he received that day, he lost track as to the exact count, but it was well over 50. I don’t think he will ever forget his 13th birthday. At the end of the day, Ian said, “This is the best birthday ever, Mom!” I said, “I think I’d have to agree with you Ian.” On his birthday, we spent it at Disney’s Hollywood Studios. We had booked a reservation at the 50’s Prime Time Café, their menu boasted about the prime rib, meatloaf and fried chicken, good home cooking, like your mother’s. When we walked in, we were immediately transported back in time to the 1950’s. The diner had a checkerboard floor, old small black and white TVs everywhere playing shows from the 50’s, vinyl and metal chairs and mismatched metal tables, tacky wallpaper everywhere and ruffled curtains. There were old tin cut-outs of roosters, fish, birds on

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.

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?

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.

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!

I woke suddenly to the loud ringing of my alarm clock. I threw the covers off my body and slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes. A quick shock hit my body. I remembered that today is October 17; My birthday.

It was a dark, and gloomy day, and I was walking to the bus stop to head to his geometry class. It was the day before my birthday. I was so excited, I just wanted it to be here. All of his aunts, grandparents, and uncle’s were coming. There was just one problem, I didn’t know what he wanted to do for his birthday; I knew that all of his family would asked me what I wanted for his birthday. I was sad that I had no friends that could make it, but he new that his family all loved him. Oh I’m here. Just wait you will here what the other kids have to say about me being here.

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.

“Lindsey get your butt down here right now! Before Luke eats all the waffles!” my mom yells from the bottom of the stairs.