My Birthday Day

It was my birthday and I was having the time of my life at my party. It just kept getting better as the day went on. I was turning six and as I was opening all of my presents I just couldn't take the bright smile off my face. I was extremely thankful for everything and after I thanked all my family members for coming and for all the presents, my grandma said,

When I woke up in the morning, my mom had left for work. My dad was singing in the kitchen, banging pots around. I got up, tiptoed down the hall, washed my face. A neatly wrapped present lay on the bathroom counter. It was addressed to me. I stuffed it into my robe pocket, and rushed back down the hall. Under the covers, I opened the package. On the first page of a small, leather notebook, an inscription read: to a writer, love your mother. I never wrote anything in the notebook. I could never think of anything good

Then the night started to get dark and as the time grew closer and closer my hands got sweaty, my heart started pounding out of my chest, and my mind wizzed with thoughts. Than when I got the call that they were almost there. Then fifteen minutes later we heard the sound of motorcycles pulling up a gravel road. My heart pounding out of my chest with nervousness and happiness. That's when everyone was looking around confused. They all pulled up and got of their bikes and I went up and hugged everyone and told my thank yous for coming. Everyone had gathered around and my dad told his story as Nabour held the envelope with the money it. Veronica and I stood up in the front and as they were talking I kept looking from Veronica to my dad and Nabour with tears pouring out of my eyes. Then the words finally poured out of Nabour’s mouth “I would like to present you with a thousand dollars, happy birthday!” She looked over to me with both of us tears pouring out of our eyes. Her face in shock she came up to me and gave me a hugged and thanked me for it multiple times. I think that was a birthday party well

It was a sunny morning in California,it was also my 15th birthday.I got out of bed and did my morning routine. I opened my closet to chose what I should where today, I found a dress that was white until your stomach and then was purple with a flow free bottom.I matched some white flats with my dress and headed downstairs.I greeted my mom “Good morning mom.” I noticed that dad was nowhere near by. “Mom where's dad ?” “ Honey something urgent came up so your dad had to step out.How about we get some breakfast from dunkin.” I nodded my head so we stepped out the house.When we arrived I ordered a glazed donut,mom got herself a chocolate sprinkle donut and got dad a pumpkin spice donut.We finished up eating and headed home.

It was the day of the trip to Los Angeles, California and it had started out to me waking up to an alarm yelling at me to wake up and get ready. The day started out cold but slowly it began to climb almost up to the eighties and being the not smart one I am decided to wear all black that day, and I baked like tilapia that day. Aside from my bad clothing choices, my dad, his wife, my brother, and I headed out of my dad's apartment at 10:00 AM to start the drive to LA. The drive was very scenic because the ocean that surrounded where we were driving were very blue and sparkly and the sky had been clear without a single could in sight. Finally, after what seemed like forever (really is was only 2 hours) we reach LA, and they trees were waving

I pace back in forth across my room eagerly waiting for his mother to pick me up. This was the day I considered myself a fully fledged teenager. My outfit of choice was a gray shirt with the phrase "Too cool for school" printed in black. When I picked it out, I thought it was a comedic choice of clothing, being homeschooled at the time. My mother allowed me to wear makeup for the first time since it was a special occasion, so I decided to smother my lips in the brightest flame red lipstick I could possibly find. I put on multiple layers to hide how sheer and low pigmented this LA colors lipstick truly was. I stare at myself in the mirror and gave myself a thumbs up of approval for an outfit I could not begin to imagine wearing the outfit in the current day. After waiting for an hour, I hear the loudest vehicle slowly make its way down my gravel road. I peek my head out the window, staring down the old red car with the paint peeling. I expected my date to step out of the car, knock

My 19th birthday was 2 weeks ago on November 17, 1917 and that’s when I was actually enjoying life. It’s now December 2, 1917 and I’m already part of the U.S. army. I had to sign up for The Great War and I got drafted. My friends had to sign up to but of course my best friend Victor Ramon was drafted. Out of everyone it had to be little Victor. Everyone loved him and he was the nicest kid I knew. He was a year younger than me but graduated the same year. We have known each other for years now but we don’t hang out as much because, well, we are getting older and are starting to focus on our future, but now my future is in the U.S. army. In a few days I will be deployed to go tp the western front in Germany and fight with the allies.

I cannot remember the most important day of my life. When the first airplane struck the North Tower of the World Trade Center, my mom was in her classroom with kindergarten students, looking at innocent faces and wondering how she will answer their questions. My dad’s heart sunk in his chest and clenched his wallet, where his military ID was safely tucked away. To this day, the people of America can recall where they were during the first attack on American soil since Pearl Harbor, but I cannot. I was probably taking a nap in my grandpa’s arms, wrapped in a blanket of security. He might have held me closer, rough hands tenderly stroking my hair, as the black smoke filled the television screen. If I squirmed, restless in sleep, he would have comforted me. “Shh, you’re okay,” he whispered, hoping that was not a lie.

June 11, 2015. It was a regular summer day, or so I thought. Only five days until my fifteenth birthday and I was super excited. My mom had taken the morning off from work to take my grandmother to the doctors. She was going for her regular heart check-up appointment. As we always did, my mother and I drove that morning over to the nursing home in St. Matthews, South Carolina. My mother had recently entered my grandmother into the nursing home because my mom needed to start working more and could not fulfill the obligations of taking care of my grandmother like she normally would. When we got to the nursing home, we parked the car under the awning which was in the front of the nursing and covered a little walkway where people loaded their family members. I got out first and headed back to the room as my mom followed closely behind. When I walked into the room, I saw my sweet loving grandmother sitting there. As always, my beautiful grandmother, with her white hair, her green eyes, her frail but beautiful skin, and her smile glistened as she awaited her day out. My grandmother did not get out much so even going to the doctors was a good day out for her. We helped her into her wheelchair, a normal struggle for my mother and I, and we rolled her down the hallway to the car. We loaded her into the car, another struggle, and we headed off to Orangeburg which was where the doctors office was. While riding to the doctor's office my grandmother mentioned that her hands looked green

Ten little fingers, ten little toes, two little eyes, one little nose, but nobody knows. Thinking back to the day it all came out. Being a recent high school graduate thinking you are grown, working part time, and going to school is far from easy then adding the reasonability of a tiny human is unbearable. However, the worst part is having to tell your mom your having a baby at the age of nineteen. I remember crying in the bathroom on the floor thinking of all the ways I could tell or the places I could go so I would not have to tell her. One thing I can say is my mother loves her child and can always tell when something is going on. The rollercoaster of events that led up to me finally telling my mom I’m pregnant was definitely a life changing conversation that has shaped me into the strong independent young woman I am today.

Hi, I’m Leah. I don’t even know what I got myself into at this point. It’s July 19, 2000, when I turn 19. It has been a very fun day and all of my friends and I went on a walk in the park right before my friends threw me a surprise birthday party. It was Anna who started the idea but Mary, Nicole, Sarah, and Laci decided to help. They invited a bunch of people including four guys. Their names were Brandon, Jake, Tanner, and Carter. Nicole and Carter were already dating and so were Anna and Tanner. But Brandon and Jake were both single. Also, there was this one really weird girl named Jessica. I don’t exactly know why she was there.

Do you ever think to yourself that some of your birthdays are more valuable than others? Personally, I happen to think some of my birthdays aren’t as much fun as when I was six years old. Currently, I am eighteen years old and as the years have gone, I’ve realized how different things have been. I must say I don’t remember all of my birthdays from when I was a kid, although I do remember a few of them. When I was five I had a birthday party and my mom hired a clown. I guess the lady was very friendly, she handed out prizes, and played with the children. It was like having a sister for the first time.

Eight years old and caked with dirt from a Little League game I just finished, I headed over to the car. Sloppy mud floating around in my shoe, I felt like I was walking around in a marsh. My dad was driving the silver Toyota Matrix and playing one of his Rolling Stones albums, full blast, almost stinging my ears. All the windows were open, letting the cool April air smack my face as I looked out the window. It was refreshing, and my Saturday could not have gotten any better. My dad turned into our long driveway and I turned to him in with confusion and asked, “Where’s mom?”

It was a typical lazy Sunday afternoon. While eating my lunch I decided to turn on the television. “Meow!!” a loud noise from the TV got my attention.

This is the story of my worst birthday ever. Lots of my friends came and everything started getting crazy because of how many friends I had to introduce to each other. But the good part was that everyone got along easily and there was no real chaos. I started getting even more excited when it was an hour until pool part of the party started even though one hour was a long time away. So far it was being celebrated in the clubhouse and underneath it was the gym. Luckily, no one was in the gym so we started playing in there and eating chips, pizza, juice, water, or soda in there. There were also some boys (bleh) that my mom just had to invite, so me and my friends kicked them out and started playing down there while the boys whined and were crybabies(okay the cry baby part is not true, but they definitely did whine). One of my friends who couldn’t come came to just drop of my present. She stayed for about ten minutes and then left speaking in a language that was all greek to me. Well technically it was Russian even though she was Korean.