Big birthday party nice. Big family nice. Both not nice. September 6, 2004 was my birth day party at my house. I didn’t want it there, but I had no choice. Half or more of my family came; I didn’t know most of them.

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 cook. We had more than enough we had leftovers. The best part was that I got to see my family, since I don’t see them that much.

My day started off bad because I didn’t want my party at my house, I wanted to go skating. 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 cuisines; for some odd reason. 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. That’s right it fell down. A little rock made that happened; it fell in the fan and stopped in. The worst part about it was that I was the last person to get out.

Over all I had a bad day, but it was with my family and friends.

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