Personal Narrative Essay : My Birthday

It was about 7:30 at night. We went to lots of places. While we were walking we got ice cream from Dairy Cream and took pictures of the beach. We stopped at a picture shop and took a picture of the whole family. It was a Star Wars picture, and the people working there said to come back at 11:00. While we were waiting we went to a carnival. We played many games and went to the Maze of Mirrors. After we were done hitting the walls and laughing, we went to get our pictures. We returned to the hotel at 12:30 in the morning, just in time for my birthday.

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.

“Me too, oh my gosh I have been waiting for like 8 months ever since the trailer came out,” replies Lauren.

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.

Although many things change every year, celebrating my birthday is an important day my family never forgets, or at least, I make sure they don’t forget. Forgetting my fourth birthday was something I’ve tried but failed to succeed. The front yard of the house was decorated with colorful streamers, tents, and even a tiny pool which at the time, looked like the size of the ocean. Everything was perfect until a mischievous rock tripped me and left an awful birthday present. Luckily, I was a year older, which meant I knew how to use a band-aid. A little discouraged about nobody caring about well-being, I decided to stick a perky smile on my face and join the rest of my family. Did it only get worse? There was a sweet smell of vanilla batter and cake frosting; therefore, I rushed over to a dreadful sight. Everyone was eating my birthday cake without singing to me first. Surprisingly, I was more devastated about my parents forgetting that I didn’t like vanilla. After

Every birthday is supposed to be special and happy right? Wrong. They are for sure memorable, but not necessarily in a good way. Do you ever have an experience that ruins something that you had cherished for so long? There have been lots of times in my life that I have been confronted with situations that changed the way I viewed myself and others, there is one distinct time that I remember abruptly changing my view, and finally learning some very important messages. On the particular day that my eyes were opened, my birthday, I had one of the most confusing, irritating, frustrating days of my life. A day I will remember for as long as I live. Birthdays were an event that I had so dearly cherished before this one, my 7th birthday, after that, they were ruined forever.

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.

The day of my sixteenth birthday was boring and uneventful. Living with my Aunt and Uncle in a farm on the outside of town, I was used to being friendless and lonely, but waking up on my special day and realising everyone had forgotten was and all time low.

Everything is going insane. I have ten minutes to get to her or it could be the end. I have to get there. It will kill me if I don’t get to them in time. “Please, please, please...let me get to them, I need to get there. God, please let me get there.” I said. She is running, running, and running, panting, hyperventilating, nervous, scared, numb. Wait, wait, wait, hold up, I know you didn’t think I would start, MY story like that. You can’t know all the details to the end. I haven't told you why this is happening to me. Oh yeah, by the way, I am telling my story. I have always read these stories about the writer, telling everything that happens, but not this time. I am going to give you the real scoop, let’s get started, shall we. It all started on August 14, 1997.

This day was not a regular day, it was crazy and there was no way it could get any crazier, or so I thought. The day started off great I woke by the rosters going crazy.Plus, I woke up to a million text saying Happy New Years. I ate a good meal. After that I played on my phone for a little bit.Once I was done with that my aunt had asked me if I wanted to go to a little town of shops I said yes, because I LOVE to shop.I also went with my big brother and cousin. We bought fireworks from my cousin’s stand. On our way back to my grandma’s house, my aunt's car BROKE DOWN! Plus, it was like 98 degrees outside, we were there for almost an hour. It got hotter and hotter every minute! I know it was close to 100 degrees! I was so bored and hungry and a little bit sleepy.To keep me not so bored I Finally an older cousin of mine came to help.He came with a new tire for the van.

As my curly-wavy long brown hair lands back on my back from grabbing the nice warm, airy croissant with the sweet smell of warmth and honey butter hits my nose. I knew my brother was not as smart as he seems.

My birthday. Not a special occasion once a year. Rather, something occurring the day following Christmas, a much more celebrated day in almost everyone’s opinion. Certainly more likely to attract a crowd. Mother – sharing Father’s enthusiastic support – claimed my birth should have been on Christmas but the Doctor dispensed an anesthetic delaying her - and me. Both swore he went home for his family celebration. Perhaps he did.

People in the wonderful United States of American look forward to celebrating their birthday. Some people may wonder what did happen on their special day throughout history. I have wondered about if any significant events that could have happened on my birthday, and through my research, I have discovered several notable events that happened on February 2nd.

I woke suddenly to the loud ringing of my alarm clock. I threw the covers off my body and slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes. A quick shock hit my body. I remembered that today is October 17; My birthday.

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.