Personal Narrative-My Seventeenth Birthday

I didn’t plan to spend this hot August day like this...my mom told me on my birthday, my 5th to be exact, that this day would be special, little did my curious mind know that I would be getting something that every kid my age would die for. I would be getting my first best friend.

In American culture, birthdays are an important event and celebrated in many ways. Birthdays are more than just singing “Happy Birthday”. Celebrating one's birthday whether it be a first birthday, a thirteenth birthday, a sixteenth birthday, a twenty first birthday or an fiftieth birthday are all often substantial and considered to be an accomplishment. Birthdays may just be any other day in any other culture but, the American culture does more to celebrate one's day of birth and often celebrates them by going over the top.

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

“Unbelievable!” I shouted. It’s my twelfth birthday! I said in a excited voice. I’m going to Foot Locker to get Michael Jordan shoes, getting my ears pierced, and going to the Cheesecake Factory for dinner. This is going to be the best day of my life for my twelfth birthday! I shouted in an excited way.

After returning from school and surviving another day of torture. My birthday wasn't the way I imagned it'll be. Taking that stupid girl's sweater, which smelled like an old dead decomposed body. I only wanted to celebrate my birthday, not wear another girl's sweater. Nobody even dares wearing that red sweater. If it was from a well known brand. I would keep it as my birthday gift, but God it was rigged from all sides only to be replaced with another type of wool knitted on to it. I kept this red sweater for some time, but I kept it outside my room, because the smell was horrible. My parents couldn't even handle the smell too, so I threw it on the chair outside our garden. We usually have BBQ party outside our garden every summer.

For many, a birthday symbolizes a pleasant occasion. Nevertheless, I find them to simply be another day that stirs up dreadful memories. This feeling transpires on account of one person, a man by the name of Fortunato. In a matter of seconds, he had everything my adolescent-self craved; love and affection. Something perhaps I could never have.

When the school bell rang, my mom drove me home. We celebrated again at home with just my family. Everybody sang Happy Birthday Rachel and even though my dad was rough I guess there was a plus. I got to skip school, first time in an ambulance, and more. Now, I am feeling down my birthday went the opposite of what I wished. In my head, all I can think is eleven, eleven, eleven. When we are all down celebrating my mom tells me goodnight and I fall fast asleep hoping the day will start over. I will know what to say and

“APPLES GET DOWN HERE, LET’S GO!” Lollipop screamed from the ground, I quickly ran down the branches of my tree to meet her. Lollipop had led me to a place, but I didn't know where because she said it was a surprise for me, and by the way today… I turned 16! It’s cool, I know. I’m sort of exhausted from helping all these people though, but hopefully today will make up for it. The worst part of my day was that my own boyfriend forgot my birthday. A few hours later we were still walking, she finally told me to stop.

In one day, nine hours, twenty- four minutes and nine seconds it will be my birthday. I will be sixteen years old. I better get everything I want for my birthday or I will throw a huge fit. It is my Birthday so I should get everything I want, since it is my day. My parents rented out the local pool, so just me and my friends can swim. My parents also got chipotle and orange leaf to cater my party. Everyone will be talking about it when we go back to school. And every one will want to be my friend since I always have the best parties you know.

This morning, I woke up to my mommy, daddy, and brother, Jacob, pounding on my door screaming, “Surprise.” Was it my sixth birthday? Had I honestly not remembered today was my day to shine? No, I knew it was not my birthday. So, what could my parents possibly be surprising me for?

This is the day I discovered who I, was aka my 6th birthday. I have always been the nerdy type. I love reading, writing, and film, being a director has always been a dream of mine. This day was one of my last days with my grandma. Granny was my favorite person, in the world. I was in my room, getting dressed, which basically means I was just putting on a t-shirt and some pants. I couldn’t afford any extravagant clothing so, I just stuck to the basics, this was my favorite shirt so it counts. I started doing my hair, then my grandma came in. She sat on my bed and told me, “You are so beautiful, you get it from me, don’t tell your mom I said that.” We both started to laugh. Then she says, “ I got some

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.

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.

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.

“APPLES GET DOWN HERE LET’S GO!” Lollipop screamed from the ground, I quickly ran down the branches of my tree to meet her. Lollipop had led me to a place, but I didn't know where because she said it was a surprise for me, and by the way today… I turned 16! It’s cool, I know. I’m sort of exhausted from helping all these people though, but hopefully today will make up for it. The worst part of my day was that my own boyfriend forgot my birthday. A few hours later we were still