My Birthday Day

While reading I start to relive that night and opening my door to my boyfriend, hidden behind a giant teddy bear. That night we went out to my favorite restaurant, unfortunately, the waitress took almost an hour to come, but we were too enticed in each others company to mind. The second one is from my birthday; my friends and I ended up going to McDonald’s because our reservation to a high-end restaurant “disappeared”, ironically it became to be the best birthday I had. Both stories reminded me that some of my favorite memories are the imperfect moments in

Stella Liebeck, a 79-year-old woman was in the passenger seat of her grandson’s car, while she ordered a coffee from McDonald’s. Liebeck’s nephew parked the car to allow his grandmother to add cream and sugar to her coffee. When she placed the coffee cup between her knees and pulled the far side of the lid toward her in order to remove it, the entire cup of coffee was spilled on Liebeck’s lap.

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,

I lifted my cup of coffee and took a sip of it. My eyes concentrated on the newspaper but in my head, I was thinking of what happened yesterday night. As I looked up to see the clock, my eyes went to Jem’s eyes. His hands were wrapped around his cup of coffee, still untouched. I smiled and remembered what happened.

December eleventh, 2012, started out as any other Tuesday did. After school, I left with my friend, Jessica, and her mom to go pick up her little sister, Sophia, planning to go shopping before heading to a doctor's appointment. When picking up her sister, we stayed to talk and eat popcorn with the family who had been watching her for about half an hour before heading to the

This birthday had been wonderful. My friend Emily and I hiked up to a place called Griffith Observatory. I had heard that the view was amazing and you could see all of LA. I walked to a artsy concrete staircase where you could see the lively and bustling city in the background. From our point of view, the skyscraper buildings looked tiny and ant sized. The golden crisp sun had slightly set behind us and caused the sky to shift deep colors throughout the city. When the cotton candy like clouds drifted across the electric baby blue sky, I felt an overwhelming rush of pure happiness. The condensed and shrubby bushes in front of us were a shamrock green color, and looked as if they were full of life. I knew

I remember the rain, it was calm as it splashed against my kitchen window, while I waited for dinner to be served. It was a normal evening, my family and I gathered around the table ready to celebrate my grandparent's anniversary. My Dad had made a feast to feed all of Africa, over Labor day weekend to congratulate his parents on fifty years of marriage.

April 31: Last night the people at the front desk were so nice and as soon as we went in our room people gave us welcoming gifts. It was amazing. I wish we could've done more today though. All we did today was hike and then we went to the resort. The kids went to the water park that they have and the parents went to the place with all the other adults. The hotel we stayed at had amazing views and it was like living in a house! The hotel and the resort were so close that we could walk to it. We walked to the resort at night to see how it was because mom said we were gonna go there tomorrow so we went to go check it out. Tonight the parents said we can do anything we want so we are planning on going to the resort because it will feel cooler than it did this morning. If we don't go to the resort then we will go check some other stuff out so we can tell our parents what we want to do tomorrow.

On February 27, 1992, Stella Liebeck, a 79-year-old grandmother, was a passenger in her grandson’s car. It was a normal day and they decided to go to McDonald’s and to use the drive-thru to get some food and coffee. Her grandson pulled the car forward and parked so Mrs. Liebeck could mix in her cream and sugar. She braced the cup of coffee between her knees and tried to pull off the cup’s lid. Unfortunately, the coffee spilled into her lap causing her extremely painful third-degree burns. In fact, Mrs. Liebeck spent eight days in the hospital. In the meantime, Mrs. Liebeck’s daughter and son in law wrote

I cherished every day with my grandfather, considering i would not visit him until the following summer. Nothing ever compared to the sight of glistening sun kissed waters on our early morning walks down to the beach or our daily swims through the crystal clear ocean. My grandfather introduced me to visitors from all around the world, and they returned each year to Apella in order to see my grandfather again. At the end of a long day, I always looked forward to the home cooked meal my grandmother prepared using fresh ingredients from our farm. We would dine on freshly grilled fish along with roasted lamb as the sun gradually began to sink into the

Finally outside in the real world, it takes her awhile to find out where her Dad managed to park the dirty blue Honda he's had since she was 9, but nevertheless she does and stumbles inside. The trip back home was like a roller coaster, a little kiddie like roller coaster. So slow. So long. It agrivated her. They made it home safe and sound, greeted by the loud short barks of her old fart dog, her Dad went back to sleep after cursing at the dog. "Thanks." She grinned at her Dad and manged her way into the kitchen setting up the cup under the hot water

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!

"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.

Today is my dad’s birthday! I know that we are inviting some close friends over to celebrate his special day, but no one is here at the moment. Because none of my friends have shown up, I begin to play by myself. I know they are coming but I thought they would be here by now. I am lonely and I wish someone was here to play with me. As people are filling the yard, I am not recognizing any of the adults at the party. As of now, I am alone so I take my dog Goldie out to the deepest part of my backyard.

I can remember it like it was yesterday. The day was April 3rd . There was a huge thunderstorm; as a pluviophile, nothing makes me happier. My Facebook was flooded with loving posts from my friends and family. I received tickets to a Vikings game and tickets to a Knicks game. Sounds like the perfect day right?