September 6, 2004 I had my birthday party at my house on my porch. I didn’t want it there, but I had no choice. I had a bounce house and my uncle as a clown. I had a big cake with my name in pink icing, and my dad cooked.The best part was that I got to see my family, since I don’t see them that much. Then I was being ignored by my family and friends. At the age of six it was a big deal. Whatever my mom was paying my uncle, it wasn’t enough. He got beat up by my little cousins. I climbed into the bounce house and jumped. You know the sound you hear when you let go of a balloon full of air, that’s the sound I heard. A little rock got stuck in the fan and deflated the bounce house. The worst part about it was that I was the last person to get out.
I was the only child so my mom played with me most of the time. One day she told me to go outside to play and make mud pies. But because I was the only kid outside at that day so I had no one to play with. I don’t remember how I out my mom outside to play with me, but I did. She told me to make mud pies but I didn’t know how. So my mom, pushed the small,extra TV to the porch door and fix the antenna so we would be able to watch Oprah. She showed me how to use different leaves and twigs to decorate the pie. I would put the pie under the porch so they could “bake” during the commercials.