Autobiographical Writing on my 5th Birthday :: Papers

Autobiographical Writing My 5th birthday My 5th birthday is 1 of my earliest memories and is the first birthday I can remember I dont know why it has stuck in my memory so much precisely I can remember it like it was yesterday. It started very early in the morning around 5 am which is ridiculously early to be getting up and you wouldnt catch me getting up that early these days, barely at the time I was utilise to it because my mum worked at nighttime and my soda started work about 6 so I used to have to go round my next portal neighbors house work on my mum got home at about 8, the lady next door was called Maureen she was about 50 and she was quite tiny and had short gray hair. I remember her to be very kind, she had a colossal collection of videos that she allow me watch every morning and she would always offer drinks, biscuits, cakes and anything you could think of really, her kitchen was the Aladdins core out of cuisine and provisions. On the morning of my birthday my dad came in my path picked me up to carry me across to next door. I was clam up sleepyheaded not really knowing what was going on around me until the alarming freeze of the early morning hit me round the head, winded me, thusly chopped off my fingers and toes. My dad rushed to get me to Maureens house as quick as he could when I got in there me and my dad sat down and had a goblet of rosy lea (tea) with Maureen beforehand he had to dash off to work, then she whipped out a whorl of piping hot ready break which is like a kids displacement of porridge with a ton of sugar and a blab of milk it was lovely, I munched it down like a frog would a fly, I was still pretty drowsy so I had a snooze on the couch. When I awoke a gigantic box wrapped in scatter green packaging was stood in the center of the room, I