Coming into this world a year ago on August twenty-ninth I was given the name Riley Burdick. Born with the Burdick syndrome it makes it very difficult for me to breath, grow, and gain weight like normal people. The grey box with the thin clear tube coming out of it snakes up my back, around my pale ears, over my rabbit stuffed cheeks, and hooked under my tiny button nose. Also on my chubby tummy I have a big circle that hooks up to a monitor with a clear tube that fills up with a creamy smooth formula and flows down the tube at 115 miles per hour like a waterfall. Both of these things are a part of my life now and help me grow like a normal kid would. While in the kitchen at my grandma’s house, I was becoming use to the people there but it was still hard for me to stay calm. Since the Elmo cake with bright colors, polka dots, blue strips, and a Elmo head the size of mine was on the wooden kitchen table it was easy for my grandma to hand me over to my older cousin Bernie. She gave off the vibe that I could trust her and that she would take care of …show more content…
But it only took a little while for people to finish indulging in the food. Now it was “cake time!” As my cousin Hannah would say. She was right it was time for my birthday cake with a plastic Elmo piece sticking out the top that smiled all the time. On the cake were multi colored dots, front and center were the words Riley’s first Birthday was in cursive icing with the candle shaped one and the yellow dancing spot floating on top of the number. Then all I heard was everybody together saying “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Riley, happy birthday to you.” Not paying attention to what they were saying I was staring down the colorful, shape filled, mesmerizing cake, then my focus was broken. When my mama said “Are you ready to blow out your candle sweetie?” Whoosh was the noise my mama’s mouth made, and then the yellow dancing dot was
Prostitution, drug abuse, child abuse, rape, theft, domestic violence, alcoholism, miscarriages, gang fights, and sexually transmitted diseases are all feats that Cupcake Brown had to encounter and take on all before the age of twenty. In Piece of Cake: A Memoir by Cupcake Brown, she tells her life story and how she faced all of those feats. Throughout the book, the reader begins to notice that the use of profanity is present in almost every paragraph if not every sentence, along with the use of improper grammar. Thus, while profanity can be offensive to many, the reader begins to realize how much of an impact in makes in the book. By using the profanity and grammar Brown does, it gives the reader a more genuine look into her life.
I am Tiallie Sue Fowler, I was born on August 13, 2003 in Fort Knox Texas and im 14 years old. I live in Tipp city ohio but have only been living there for not even a year but it feels like forever. When I'm ready to go to college I want to become a pastry chef and a culinary artist, I hope that one day I will be able to open and run a restaurant of my own, I would also like to take college classes on business, so I can manage the money and know what kind of people to hire. I expect to reach my goals by doing my best at school, Getting good grades and trying not to get overwhelmed. I give everyone a chance to get to know me I don't judge people by their looks and I try to be kind to everyone I meet. I'm not very shy I will talk
Autumn was approaching, and so was Mary Beth’s birthday party. Incredibly, all the girls invited, including me, showed up. We even brought presents, the ones our moms had carefully picked out in consideration. We were too reluctant and far too busy with our own lives to shop for a person we mocked. The arrival of girls seemed unrealistic until I discovered why they had come. It was a party, who wouldn’t show up?
One thing that really bothers me is how much I changed. I used to play games all day, not focus on school, wouldn't get in serious trouble, and was very innocent compared to my present day self. There are cons and pros of my past self compared to how I am currently. I am more happy of how I am now then I am before. As time changes, so do I and I can not stop that. What’s done has already been done and can’t be changed so you always have to look towards the future and never the past. The past will not definite who you are today unless you let it. I would have never expect that I would be transferred to a continuation high school in my freshman year. It is a bad thing to many people, but I am thankful that I am sent to it because I will learn
A few months later my dad received a call saying that my Grandma was in the hospital. She had been forgetting to take her medicine and she had attacked my Grandpa. She did not hurt him though. I never thought that, it would ever happen. We went to visit her a couple weeks later. She was so embarrassed that she was in the hospital for that. Finally, after about a month, she came home happier than ever.
The small legs that whisked back and forth in the open space of the vehicle were full of energy. The young girl spent the day with the two people she admired the most. A bigger version of herself sat in the passenger seat with her husband driving next to her. They laughed over conversation. Every so often, the girl would stick thin fingers against her mother’s shoulder to receive her attention. She would say something trivial and obvious, but her mother would still entertain her. She absorbed every phrase her daughter said as if each filled her with a tremendous joy and was the greatest thing ever spoken. Her mother had selected a black dress for her today with a large white ribbon tied around her midsection. Her hair had been combed back in two braids so that the tips were touching her shoulder blades. They were coming home late from a Christmas party at church.
It seems unbelievable my oldest is a few days off being a decade old. I know every parent wonders “where has the time gone?” a multitude of times during their children’s childhoods, but as I realize my son is over halfway to 'adulthood' it seems like the time has flown by.
After reviewing my life, I have decided my life defining moment was when my family and I moved to Texas from Oklahoma. I consider this move my life changing moment because it changed so many things in my life. This move set the stage for an entirely new life for me. Moving six hours away from the only home I knew certainly called for many changes.
Ever since I was a little girl I always wanted my life to be like the ones in movies, but sadly it was not. Having one parent wasn't easy, but my dad did his best to be a great father. My parents separated when I was 7 years old and that was when my childhood changed. Growing up with no mother was difficult, in fact, I felt left out when I would be around my friends because they had both of their parents and did family things together and I didn't. It was very depressing for me because I felt like I was different from everyone else. I also felt like I couldn't do anything or go far with my future goals because I didn't get much support like others did. I never found it easy, but I’m glad I had a father that stood by my side through thick and
I was never more excited for a birthday than I was for my eleventh birthday. I knew i was going to get my Hogwarts letter. I was going to get up in the morning and run down the stairs. I would halt at the kitchen table, a grin on my face, and, without an ounce of surprise, observe my letter, laying placidly on the kitchen table. The bright green lettering would bare the legend "Lucy Jones, Rutland Center, New York, The Front B...
There have been tons of things that I have learned and been taught in my life, by a number of people such as family, teachers, or even friends on occasion. The things they taught me vary from math and other related subjects to just some truly simple yet meaningful life lessons. However, there is nothing quite as unique, quite as special as a person teaching themselves a life lesson. It really is an amazing accomplishment for a person to teach themselves something. It is not quite as simple as another person teaching them something because it is not just the transferring of information from one person to another. The person instead has to start from scratch and process the information they have in their mind in order to come up with a new thought
I awoke the next morning to the sound of thunder. I rolled groggily out of bed, rubbing my eyes. I put on my glasses and opened my window blinds. What I saw was not our new immaculate backyard, but a wasteland of water and mud. I stood there for a few seconds, taking in the whole scene. At first, I thought I was still asleep. There was no way that my backyard, the backyard I where I was supposed to have my party, was this disaster area. In my sleep-induced thoughts, I suspected that I had just dreamed that my birthday was today; maybe it was all in my head and my birthday really wasn't until tomorrow. Then my mother came into my room and said, "Justin, we have a problem. It's raining outside, and there are only a few hours till your party starts."
There was no lawn, but there were four flower planters. The house was painted all white, with the exception of the front door that was painted light green. My grandfather was still young, strong, and full of life, he always had time to play with his grandchildren. Every Sunday he would take us to the park, would buy us ice cream, and take us to Sunday mass. On the day when this picture was taken, we were celebrating my 10th birthday, and I was dancing with my grandfather. I cannot remember the song, but I do remember what he told me while dancing slowly. He said “My little girl” how he used to call me,” in five years you won’t be a little girl, you will become a young lady.” At that moment I could not understand what he meant, but in my mind I was saying “grandpa I will always be your little girl.” While dancing, he made me a promise, “My little girl on your 15th birthday, I will dance the first song with you.” Who would know that he was going to die on my 15th birthday year, he passed away on June 21th, 1987 on Father’s Day. He left me with so many beautiful memories, but the most important was my first dance on my 10th birthday. On the night before my 15th birthday, I went to bed around 10 p.m. I was feeling depressed, because I was only thinking of the promise that my grandfather had made in the past. A promise that in my mind was not going to
The dark, black sky was covered with a million bright shining stars. The moon shimmered above a small town in the suburbs of London. The gentle wind swept past the bare trees and danced with the leaves below it, creating a colourful array of orange, yellow, red and brown. Across the street, a light was on in a small house where a tall, dark haired woman stood, talking to her two children Nicola and Erin. While she was tucking them in Erin asked, “Mummy, will you tell us a story please?” “I’m sorry but its time to go to sleep now,” she said. “Please mummy,” begged Nicola “Okay but only one story,” she replied “This story is about how I got lost when I was a young girl and how I met an incredible man. It all began when…”
It was December 4, 2014 and it was snowing outside. I was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework. All my family was downstairs, so I was all alone. My English teacher told us to write a paper about how I am different from my classmates. I was thinking about what in my life makes me different and slowly my whole life was playing like a movie in my head. The first memory that popped into my head was my fourth birthday party. It was supposed to be the best birthday ever. My dad was going to come. It was February 24, 2002 at my birthday party. There were so many people there, but I was so focused on my dad coming, no one else seemed to matter. My cake was pink and yellow with a bicycle on it. I had a red and blue inflatable that kids were