My Birthday Experience

The incident took place three days after my birthday. I have received an assortment of condolences in my lifetime, but this one definitively trounced its comrades.

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 would like to talk about celebration of my 36th birthday. October 20th was a regular Friday mooring for me. I was a bit nervous because I had the final exam of my Psychology class, I felt ready and prepared but tense at the same time plus the morning traffic was not helping at all, on my mind the only thoughts were “I don’t want to be late, I don’t want to be late”. After my exam I felt so happy, all my worries flew away, I knew I had done a good job, I felt it in my guts. My professor said good bye and that was it, no more stress for the weekend, I was ready to start the celebration of my birthday.

I slowly back away from the table. I peel off the sticky gloves and rip away the mask, swallowing the cold air. I am numb to the pain in my body, as I turn to escape that room. I speed away. I shove open the door to the bathroom, yank on the sink, and splash the ice water on my face. My breathing is labored from the effort, and my face is red and shiny from the sweat as I stare down at my shaking hands. I want to rip them off: my hands that didn't push hard enough, didn't pump his heart enough, or got tired too quickly. I clench these hands until the knuckles are white, and then I keep clenching. My nails dig into my palms, scraping away the skin and drawing blood; my body is still numb to the pain. I slowly unclench my fists and gently place them into the sink. With the cold water gliding over my hands, I reach over and squirt soap into my palms and scrub. I keep furiously scrubbing, trying to remove my skin from under my nails, washing away the sweat and the stench of burnt hair that remind me of the events that have just

We left the house and began driving to Kid’s Kingdom. I stepped out of the car and immediately tripped over a rock. That was the worst thing I would have ever thought would happen on a birthday. When we went in Kid’s Kingdom, we began to set up decorations. We put the cake in place, got the table set, got the silverware out, and we were then waiting for the kids to come. There was still half an hour until the party was going to start, so we waited in the party room. We stood in there for around 10 minutes until I lost my patience, so I left and jumped on the trampolines early. I had then remembered there was a new slide that had just opened.

It was my senior year of high school. Michael was holding his annual party at his apartment. Michael held this party every year on the exact same day the first Saturday of December. I never figured out why that he picked that day. This party is the biggest and maddest party they have at Hot Springs High. I have never been to a party before and about a week before the party my best friend Austin texted me. Austin asked me if I was going got the party. I said, “My mom would kill me if I went to a party!”. I was apprehensive to go because I had never been too a party before and my mom was against it. Austin said, “It’s your senior year bro, you need to go. Everyone at school is going since It’s the last time Michael is having the party.” I told Austin I would get back to him. All my friends then proceeded to bug me all week about going to the party. The Day of the party I caved in and said, “Let’s do it!”

One bright morning, I thought that my family and I were going to have a wonderful time for the whole day as today was my Grandfather’s birthday. I was really excited for this day as I’ve waited a really long time, that being 365 days (Unless it was a leap year, I didn’t really know). This was my favorite day as we always went to eat, then went to various stores, then stayed home or watched a movie.

The day before my seventeenth birthday was unforgettable. A cool Saturday evening in March was perfect for a surprise. My mother woke me up early that day telling me we are going to see my grandparents. My hair was a mess, tangles in my hair from rolling around at night, trying to find a comfortable sleeping position. I struggled getting out of my warm, comfortable bed that swallowed my body and made it even harder to find motivation to get up. After contemplating if getting out of bed was a good idea, my mother came back in and pulled the warm blanket off my body. When she pulled the blanket off it was as if a hundred pounds was lifted off me and left me bare and cold. As soon as the blanket flew off of me, I heard my mother, whose voice sounded restless, to get out of bed and start getting ready. When I finally started getting ready and putting on my makeup, she came back in wearing a black button up blouse that matched her shoes and wearing blue jeans that had small holes at the knee where you can see some of her skin. She came in to pick out my outfit for the day, which was a blue short sleeve top that was long enough, I could tuck my shirt into my black pants that was frayed at the bottoms and had a hole on my knees where the knee was showing but was still covered with some a skinny piece thread. As I finished getting ready I was telling my mother about my dream car. It has been my dream to have a black beauty, two doors,four wheel drive, V6 engine,with silver rims,

The party started to take place in an outdoor location and the police attended asking for the party location to be moved on, this was agreed to happen and did.

Beep Beep! Went the alarm clock as I struggled to roll over and cut it off.The start of the weirdest ¨day¨ of my life.Before I could even get myself together, I was hit with a smell that seemed like pancakes and bacon which use to be my favorite breakfast foods.I checked my phone to see that it was filled with happy birthday messages.After I ate, I started getting ready for school while dancing to my favorite songs.I tried to put lots of effort into my outfit since it was my birthday, so I wore my favorite pair of dark blue jeans that always looked good on me, then I put on a red blouse with my usual black converse shoes.While trying to do my hair, I heard my mom downstairs yelling ¨hurry up Emily you´re going to to be late¨! , So I quickly threw my hair into a bun and rushed to the car.When we pulled up to my high school, I got out and told my mom goodbye.From a distance, I could see my 3 best friends holding a bundle of balloons and gift bags.As I walked over to the bench, I had the biggest smile on my face.¨Happy birthday Emily¨ they all cheerfully told me.The four of us Kae, Oliva,megan and I have been there for each other since we were in the second grade.While rushing to class, I noticed lots of people said happy birthday to me on the way which made my day even more.

A birthday is a special occasion you celebrate and you make it fun and exciting with all your family and friends but my birthday was quite bizarre. It was memorial day my 16th birthday was supposed to be special and memorable, but that morning I wasn't feeling it I felt like it was just another normal day. That same morning my parents woke me up by singing me the birthday song with my siblings. After they congratulate they told me to get ready because we were going to go to Galveston and celebrate my birthday we began to get everything ready the grill, fajitas, salsa, tortillas, etc. it was a sunny morning the weather wasn't too bad and it felt great to be out in the ocean.

Growing up i learned that i needed to mature at a younger age compared to my peers. I understood that a low-income, minority i needed to work hard to achieve my goals. One experience that shaped my life happened this past year. My family and I were evicted from our home a couple of days before my birthday and right before the holiday season. This made me stronger but it also changed something inside me. I learned that life isn't a game and that i should be grateful for what i have, because one day I could lose it all.

It’s June 28th 2017 in Austin Texas, and it’s my birthday. My family and I gather around the dinner table in our cellar.

Last Christmas was the final one I spent with my grandma. She was the most amiable, compassionate, and generous person I knew. I wore my new Christmas pajamas and she loved them. The whole family was there, and we celebrated together. We captured so many pictures; we held signs, wore santa hats, and even put my grandma in Christmas tree sunglasses that lit up. Many memories were made that day, and I will forever cherish those. A Christmas Story was playing on the television, and the volume would always have to be cranked for my grandma to hear. We always made jokes about how we had to scream to talk to each other.

What is that one day we wait for all year? Well of course, our birthday. We all wait for that special day that is our birthday. Our birthday is that one special day that lets us know we are getting older. We get older each year we reach our birthday, but have we wondered what happened the day of our birth? I have also wondered what happened on November 30,2000.