my best birthday essay

the best birthday gift I have ever received is a disease. The day was November 14th, 2005. Being the curious and (very) nerdy child that I was, spending my sixth birthday in the doctor’s office wasn’t the worst thing ever. And so, a scrawny Indian boy sat in the office of a well-respected dermatologist, next to a caring mother who had wrestled through the day with her limited knowledge of English. Little did I know that this glorious sixth birthday was the day that would shape the rest of my life;

years old my mom took me to Mexico because I was always crying and I never let her work so she didn’t have no choice I had a babysitter but she told my mom that she was going to move out of the town my mom packed all of my stuff and took me to Mexico she stayed there with me for two moth then she went back to the U.S.A so she said goodbye to me I didn’t even know where she was going she was always calling my grandparents asking for me because she knew that my birthday was coming so she told my grandma

traditions that we spend together would be Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New year’s.             On Thanksgiving Day, our family friends would always invite us to their house. Since we we’re always invited my mom and I would start days before preparing the ham. We would slow cook the ham and prepare it. My mom and I would also make sweet potato with marshmallows on the top (not sure what’s It called). Then later at night we would go to our family friends house with some other friends and we would start

My second interviewee is a female that is a member of the church. Ms. Gleaton was born and reared in Columbia, South. She is an active church member, that sings on the church choir. Ms. Gleaton is also works in a facility that care for the elderly. She is a licensed practical nurse (LPN). Ms. Gleaton reports, she has four siblings, and she is a proud mother of a daughter and two grandchildren. Ms. Gleaton, daughter lives in Virginia with her spouse, and Ms. Gleaton likes to visit them frequently

scarring. I fucking killed my own best friend, at her own birthday party too. ' That horrid memory has been eating me alive since I was three, 'Yeah when you killed her. '  "Jake! Get up!" "Okay! I 'm coming!" Since "that" day, I 've made a new best friend, Rylie, who lives here in Sydney, Australia. We 're the same in a lot of ways, same taste in music, we 're both socially awkward at times, and we can make each other laugh hysterically. So we 're perfect to be best friends. "Jake, hurry up!"

Life was perfect. I was sitting with my best friends and my mom at the bakery, it had a sweet smell of chocolate, there was chatter everywhere, this was my favorite place to come. As I stuffed another bite of cheesecake into my mouth, my mom asked “What does my little birdie want for her birthday?” I was embarrassed. “Mom!” I complained as my best friends Crystal and Alice giggled “What dooo you want for your birthday Celine?” Alice asked “Nothing really, probably some blueberry cheesecake

thought that ugly red sweater was yours, because you are skinny. Oh my! Sylvia Saldivar just apologized to me. I thought she was the meanest kid here. She always turns away when I tell her something. This is very weird but I guess we are friends now! Later at lunch time, I couldn’t stop thinking of how mean and unfair Mrs. Price was, especially on my eleventh birthday. It’s like she didn’t want me to have a good birthday! So finally, we went back to Mrs. Price’s room. I wanted to go back

Good Times Growing Up One of my favorite family trips I went on was when we went to Wild Adventures in Valdosta Georgia. On that trip we saw many rollercoasters and my favorite the twisted typhoon we got to swim in the water park there as well. The wind hitting my face while riding the rollercoasters felt amazing and we ate dipping dots ice cream there to. On that trip one thing that I did that I’ve never done before was ride the boomerang which is the fastest ride there, I yelled so much and I

What it was like -

A zero year birthday plus the added distinction of being a half century old may bring a depressing realization of how much time has past and the sudden recognition of mortality - hence the unofficial color of 50, black.

I took a different approach to the year. Turning 50 means I am just that much closer to retirement and is the beginning of “senior citizen” discounts. AARP did not forget either. I received two invitations to join.

This birthday brought a different twist and was

It was my 15th birthday (July 22). I had my birthday party at my grandma’s ranch. I invited my best friends and my family. Lena, Pay, Lyss, Sky came with cowgirl clothes on. Sal, Shelly, Eric, Hunter, Luc came with cool party clothes. It was a beautiful hot day for my joy to my birthday. I was having so much fun and then I opened my presents. The first present I got was a beautiful black stallion. I named my horse “Spartan”. I also got a brand new saddle for Spartan. I got the saddle on him and got