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Autobiographical Writing
My 5th birthday
My 5th birthday is 1 of my earliest memories and is the first birthday
I can remember I don't know why it has stuck in my memory so much but
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 wouldn't catch me getting up that early
these days, but at the time I was used to it because my mum worked at
night and my dad started work about 6 so I used to have to go round my
next door neighbors house till 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 video's that she let me watch every morning and
she would always offer drinks, biscuits, cakes and anything you could
think of really, her kitchen was the Aladdin's cave of cuisine and
provisions.
On the morning of my birthday my dad came in my room picked me up to
carry me across to next door. I was still asleep not really knowing
what was going on around me until the fearsome freeze of the early
morning hit me round the head, winded me, then chopped off my fingers
and toe's. My dad rushed to get me to Maureen's 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 before he had to dash off to work, then
she whipped out a bowl of piping hot ready break which is like a kids
version 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 lime green packaging was stood in the center of the room, I
guess I can cook some bread" said Mammy Sally, "Same bread that would be nice"
corn, as though it were dew from heaven . . . I then found on the
longer there, but it had been, and my guts were oozing out of a neat
morning I knew that I had to do something so I went around trying to
So my mom stared to pack and i was getting ready for the game my dad had the chairs
to bed because I had this awful feeling in my stomach. I could tell by the way my
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