American Author Zane Gray once stated “I hate birthdays.” Perhaps he said this because he has had a bad experience with birthdays. Maybe he simply doesn’t like celebrating something as frivolous as a birthday. Personally, I concur with Mr. Gray’s statement, I too, hate birthdays. Even though the vast majority of the population enjoy their birthday and most likely consider it their favorite holiday, birthdays do not appeal to me however because of, my past natal day experiences, the annoyance of the annual overhyped celebrations, and my fear of being disappointed again.…
It was the day I came into this world, even though I was pretty early, and one of the most special birthdays to my parents as well. It’s a day that is more likely than not all about me and I usually end up getting some gifts. Some people see birthdays as a sign of getting old, but I like seeing them as a milestone of another year of living and another chapter in my life and that is the way I would like to continue to see it in that way.…
April 7th, 1999 is when I was born on Ellsworth Air Force Base in South Dakota. I only lived there for two weeks after I was born. While we were in South Dakota my parents had bought my cat Sadie. She is actually still alive to this day! My mom had told me that the night I was born the doctor had an emergency Cholecystectomy and came to check on us the next day wearing a gown and pushing his own IV poll. After living in South Dakota for a couple of weeks, we then moved to Indiana. We only lived there for a year and then moved to Missouri. I do not remember anything about living at those two places because I was only about a year and a half old. We only stayed in Missouri for a month then we moved to Illinois where my parents family lived, and also because my grandma was diagnosed with breast…
I heard a quote”Character is how you treat those who can do nothing for you” .I was born september, 7 2004. It was a special day because I was put on the earth. It was a special day because I get to meet people later in life. I get to push myself to the limits to get my work done so I can do fun stuff. The babe pictures will always be remembered.…
Have you ever thought of thing that happen on the day you were born? Were they important, interesting, peculiar? Did they happen on the same year of did they happen in the years before you were born? I’m Tucker John Boes. I was born on March 1st, 2002. I live in Haubstadt, Indiana. I have a sister, Skylar, mom, Kelly, dad, John, and a dog, Rex. I attend Haubstadt Community School as an 8th grader.…
In “The Years of My Birth” by Louise Erdrich it is critical to understand the symbolic meaning of the presence connected to white room and the main character Linda, who is also known as Tuffy. Being that Linda is the main character and the narrator in the story we learn that she retells the story fifty years later. Erdrich invest much effort in explaining the earlier years that links an indescribable phantom presence, which comes to Linda at other moments in her life. “ That presence would come to me again other moments in my life. Its return is partly what this story is about.” (Erdrich page 1)…
“Thank you all for the birthday wishes! I'm pretty sure I had a birthday I won't soon forget. At least, that's what I was thinking when I was in the middle of a riot with my lungs full of teargas, struggling to drag unconscious and wounded refugees (some children and pregnant women) out of the masses. Here's to another year of life in all its chaos and glory!” says Crystallynn Brown, an EMT who left her home in Arkansas, US, hoping to lend a helping hand to thousands of the refugees in Europe.…
Growing up, I was never told much about my birth, only that I was large. I was raised in a single parent household and I was pushed out into the world to develop and learn many different things about life. Being born in the 90s, I would have thought more diverse worldwide events would have occurred. While researching the date I was born and the various years, I found quite a bit of criminal activity involved in the articles I found. Although my birth was the happiest day for some, it was possibly the worst day for others.…
(PERSONAL EX) *Ironically enough, I was born on September 10, 1993 so this event has a personal impact to my life. I had just turned seven years old and I can remember being so excited that morning because I was going on vacation with my family so, actually I wasn’t in school. I was in my moms bedroom when the news came on, and all I remember is her reaction to the tv. Even as a child I knew something was wrong. Later I found out my dad was supposed to be flying trough New York City at the same time as well, just the thought of the slightest possibilty of loosing my Dad, makes me remember this day forever.…
Today we didn't see my birthday party, but me being a little kid and turning into a big kid-- I was like you guys, and now I'm not. I can tell you the same thing that our mommys and daddys told us almost a bajillion years ago.…
Hello. Everyone. Today, I am going to tell you a little bit about myself and the year I was born. My name is Jack, 27 years old and I am extremely terrified right now. I was born in July 7th 1984. It seems like I am the oldest student in this class. As I am an international student, I grew up in Korea until 21 and went to a Korean army as a gunner and came to the U.S. I studied in Seattle for 3 years and moved to Corvallis three month ago. I am a senior student and majoring in Finance. That was pretty much about myself.…
On the day of my dad’s fiftieth birthday celebration, my brother and I were delivering a poem about Dad. Standing on chairs in front of all the guests, we joked that “Dad is so jealous he wishes that he was as handsome as us when he was an adolescent.” Everyone luckily including Dad laughed. That often repeated statement among our family and friends will stay imbedded in my mind until I write the poem for his sixtieth birthday! This party was a typical Arabic celebration. Over fifth people came to celebrate my dad’s entry into “old age!” Most of them brought their Arabic traditions with them to the party. For example, there is always Arabic music blaring which makes people want to get up and dance the Dabke, an ethnic dance in which people hold hands and snake around the backyard. Wine flowed freely throughout the night which contributed to the craziness. As the evening progressed, there were speeches, dancing, and eating, especially the cake which was a two layered masterpiece of chocolate and raspberry.…
Most people don’t have any idea when their most frightening day will be, it could have been when they were young or maybe it has not quite happened yet. I did not have the luxury of surprise although I also didn’t exactly have a day marked on my calendar. I knew my most frightening day would come when a doctor called my house and informed my family that my great grandpa Papahualo had two weeks to live, and my dad informed me that we were going to fly out there to be with him. He was like a father to my dad and he traveled with us most everywhere we went and now, we were going to be with him before his greatest journey yet.…
I’ve had my fair-share of bad birthdays, but there is one that tops them all by a long shot. In order to understand the happenings in the story to come, you must know a few things. My younger brother, Austin, had been sick a few days prior to this particular day. Austin had a high fever, a cough, and a drippy nose. Worst, or best of all, depending on how you look at it, he was constantly sleeping! By nature, my mother was worried about him. She was constantly giving her attention to him, if she wasn’t working.…
I was turning fifteen and I was so excited and looking forward to my birthday. A day before my mom had gone to the equestrian center and we were supposed to horse back ride on my birthday then get lunch and stop by Disney to meet this head who is my moms friend. Then we were supposed to have dinner. When I woke up it was quite and nice and there was balloons and cards. She said happy birthday and I opened up my cards. I didn't have any presents but I didn't expect them. She then tells me my sister has to join us on our horse back ride trip which I've been wanting to do with my mom for months now. I told her I didn't want her to come she can do something else with us. ( me and my sis dont have a good relationship). My mom made me feel bad and said she was excited so I said it was ok but I let her know I didnt think it was fair she was joining our thing that ive wanted to do for so long. She then tells me im a brat and I'm being ignorant and all this stuff. So I go in my room and I start to tear up cause this is my birthday! She then didn't talk to me all day till three. I did nothing for five hours and no other family came to wish me a B-Day . She then finally took me to Starbucks and we came straight back home. Then she cancels the horseback ridding cause she's "to tired." I was devastated. She then cancels dinner and tells me she cant do it. I was devastated. My sister then came over and forced us to go to this crapy cafe were I at least got a slice of cake that no one bothered to get me in the first place. They then were about to eat it were I stood my ground and told them "What the h*** ? this is my birthday don't I get the first bite?" Then they didn't even sing me happy birthday the whole day. I didn't blow out candles or anything. It was the worst birthday I have ever experienced I don't know why no one cared to fulfill their promises or at least make the basic efforts you do for your child…