Narrative Essay : Birthday Bash

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.

“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.

Next, we were told to mingle around and make the guests feel comfortable. In Finch Fieldhouse was hundreds of people who were here to receive the food we provided, and each of them had their own story to tell. I spent about a half an hour talking and getting to know some of them while we waited for the food truck to arrive. When it arrived I helped unload some of the boxes of food, which were surprisingly varied. I expected to see loads and loads of non-perishable foods, but instead I unloaded potatoes, apples, cakes and squash. I prepared bags to hand out, and arranged them on the tables. The people of the community began to line up, and I volunteered at the dessert table. Every person who went by was given one or two desserts like cookies, donuts, pie or cake. I could see the happiness on their faces as I handed out treats and laughed with them. The most memorable moment was when a young girl and her father came through the line. They had been waiting in line almost the whole time, and the dessert stand was the last table. When they walked by, I asked the young girl what kind of dessert she wanted, and she looked at her father as if to ask permission. He told her to pick one out, and she quietly asked for a cake. I spent some time searching for the perfect cake, one that had chocolate frosting. When I handed it to her, her face lit up like the sun. I had

On a beautiful day in November it started off like any other day in our life. We had such a special occasion to attend that evening at the local park to come together and celebrate our nephew Andy’s birthday. We all arrive and set up the event and get all the balloons and decorations up and ready for Andy to arrive. We all sat around and waited in suspense for him to arrive.

In the revised essay, the overall intent of the Katherine Brush was changed from “conveying the theme of selfishness” to a more concise “showcasing the detrimental effects of unhealthy relationships”. This change helped make the essay more solid as the text supports this new idea better and

My worst birthday was this year. I went to a Twins game with my dad, stepmom, and sisters, Olivia (who is 15) and Natalie (who is 6.) The game wasn’t the bad part, I actually had a lot of fun. Well… that’s after this happened.

There are plenty of memories that I can think of that I want to write about, but I'm going to pick my 13th birthday party. The reason I am picking this is because I really enjoyed myself during this time. I got to spend time with friends and family all day, and I also got a bunch of presents. There were times where I got scared and times where I was laughing hysterically.

‘All young women and young men are invited to Lucas’s birthday party at the community center this saturday from 5 to 10pm.’ As I hear the invitation I look at my best friend Kamale put her thick, black, curly, hawaiian hair out of her face into a high ponytail. We both text our mothers asking if we can go to this party. At the end of our young women’s class we meet up to talk.  “Are you going to the party?” I ask, she nods in agreement and we both do our happy dance that we created in Sunday School.

Do you ever think to yourself that some of you birthdays are more valuable than others? Personally, I happen to thinks some of my birthdays aren’t as 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.

“Come on Denise and Becca, we’re going to late,” my dad said while getting my brother out of the baby blue walker. We ran to car excited with the thought of cake in our minds. I went in after my sister, sitting in my booster seat waiting for my dad to buckle me in while my mom puts my brother in his car seat. As we got to Peter Piper Pizza, I knew I was going to have a blast with all the games, the food, and most importantly the cake. There were balloons and decorations everywhere, my mom holding my hand as we were walking to where my cousin's party was.

So after we get to the room and settle down for a little while I stared to plain what we was going to do first for my 21st birthday. So after I plain everything the night begins the first thing we did was go to this restaurant called fat Tuesday the food was high but it was worth the price I had gumbo, steak, mash potatoes, and green beans food was the best. After everybody eat we went on the beach and took a walk on the board walk it was all some me and my cousin was just walking and talking about old times after the board walk we went to the little carnival they had it was cool. So as where walking around the carnival I seen the game basketball 3 shots for 5 dollars I’m like I can do this my cousin like I never seen nobody make the shot at a carnival I’m like well I’m

Casey’s one wish disappeared and she felt broken for many months, but miracles can happen, right?

We all sat down and talked. We talked about how everyone has been. My sisters school and my brothers new job. While we were talking there was another knock on the door. I went to go open the door and it was the pizza and the wings. I payed for them and grabbed the boxes and walked into the kitchen where my family was. Everyone was really hungry but my family really wanted me to see the big surprise they got for me. SO we agreed we would go outside to see what they got me. We went outside when I saw what they got me I almost cried in joy. My family got me the same looking motorcycle that was on my cake. It was a black Kawasaki Ninja 2017. It had a nice leather seat.The lights were bright white and it was really shinny.But I had one question.

Friday, February 24, 2015, was a day I’d been looking forward to for a long time. My friend Beth and I were invited to Tommy Baker’s house party. We had gone through high school unnoticed until now. This invitation was not a common occurrence. Our parents had not believed us when we said that we were going to a party. But once they saw us all dressed up, they exclaimed in a joking manner:

It was like any other Saturday night. After a long stressful week, my boyfriend, Erik, and I decided to unwind by having a romantic dinner in downtown Harrisonburg. The weather was beautiful that night, so we decided to take advantage of it. We were hoping to find a restaurant in the area that offered a great outdoor dining experience. We settled on Capital Ale House, a restaurant highly recommended for its extensive menu and beer selection. When we arrived at the restaurant, the hostess immediately greeted us at the door. Without batting an eye, she grabbed two menus and escorted us upstairs to an outdoor table. “Your server will be right with you,” our hostess said as she placed the menus down on the table in front of us. We had only a