Narrative Essay On My Birthday Cake

Ever since I was little, I enjoyed being in the kitchen with my mom, dad and other family members. As long as I can remember, I was always there, trying to help out in whatever I could and what my family members would let me. When I was eight, I baked my first batch of chocolate chip cookies and ever since then I developed a passion and dedication for baking that has helped to teach many

My experience baking extends back to when I was four or five years old and I would “help” my mom bake chocolate chip cookies. These cookies have always been a signature dish of my mother’s and they are delicious. A couple of years later I remember baking an apple crisp by myself while my mom was making dinner but close at hand just in case I needed help. From these early days of baking, I learned to follow a recipe with ease and bake almost anything I wanted to that our home kitchen and kitchen-aid mixer could handle. One story that truly demonstrates my ability to bake is the one I will be recounting in this narrative. Because I have baked all my life I am literate when it comes to baking.

Although I did not partake in recipe-inventing and dough-kneading aspect of things as a child, over time my interest in baking piqued and it became my expertise. It did not take too long until I was behind the counter with floured hands and an apron on. My personality also developed corresponding with my prowess as a baker and my failures aided both of

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.

Danny got a new book from the library, a pirate adventure book and he couldn’t put it down!

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.

happened on his/her birthday before he/she was even thought of? Do they ever wonder about the special events that happened on that day besides their birth? I was astonished to have found out how much had happened on October 19.

Baking has always been a part of my life, from when my dad used to bake when I was barely a year old to now when I have carved my own path. Even though I have always been surrounded by baking I didn’t start independently until I was eleven, then peaking when I made a summer trifle for my grandmother’s birthday two years ago. Since then baking has been a constant in my life, but has helped grow and learn as a person.

A light tapping on my door dissolves the image. I wipe my eyes before resting myself on my elbows and call out, “Come in.”

My sweet sixteen birthday party was exactly that: sweet. Every girl wants their sixteenth birthday party to be spectacular, and while mine did not necessarily have all the bells and whistles it was fantastic. There were games, singing, dancing, even a Ouija board made an appearance, but by far my favorite was the photo booth. Small props were on a table while a high-tech camera was situated in front of a plain canvas backdrop. Several photos were taken in the span of two hours, yet the most special one was the final photo of the night. Just before being taken down, I forced everyone in attendance into the frame, resulting in a series of images that hold more memories of sixteen seconds then I could have had created in two hours. That photo will always hold many significant memories for me because it includes a majority of my friends, was taken in a chaotic manner, and captures the mood of the party in four images.

‘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.

I woke up early Saturday morning excited yet very nervous. It was July twenty-second which meant the day I found out if I could really ride. My boyfriend Zach and a couple of buddies from work decided that a trip to Haspin was the perfect way to celebrate Josh’s twenty-first birthday. It was supposed to be a big group that would go but ended up just being five us.

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.

It was a beautiful morning on july 5th, 2015. Nine days until my birthday! Outside the bird were chirping and the sun was beaming through my window. I had just woken up as my mom came into my room, telling me to come downstairs because they had an early birthday present for me. In my mind, I was thinking maybe something arrived from Amazon and they just decided to give it to me now. After lying in bed for a little while on my phone, I decided to get up. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, and went downstairs to see what this was all about. Right when I turned the corner into the kitchen, I saw a poster board that said “SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY” on it. Next to the sign, there was a food bowl and a dog cage. I immediately knew that it

On Monday morning at 6:00am, I rose from a deep sleep ready to get the day started. Getting up I get dressed, eat breakfast, and head for the bus. At school everything is normal and calm, my friends keep asking me what I want for my birthday, which is Friday. I told them all I want is to stay home, sleep, and eat some candy. At the end of the day I get on the bus and head home. I got home around 4:00 pm, I got into the house headed upstairs to get comfortable and to use the bathroom. I went downstairs to get a snack and I see a letter on the counter, with my name on it. I take the letter with me upstairs with my snack. While eating my snack, I open up the letter and it states “ your sharp, aching death is upon you”. All I feel is an