The Small WorldAt eight years old, like most children (usually girls), I considered myself as very 'adult', but then again, I always was compared to most others my age. I only had one friend during the whole of my first school who, now I look back at it, wasn't quite exactly right; she never got along with the others and because I was the only one mature enough to see past her odd mistakes I was isolated and as unpopular as she was. Even at this young age, I still knew that I was a loner.The Small World7 years ago in The Dawn of your Eighth Year More Like This
But on a little girl's birthday, they always feel like the star of the show. A birthday is the one day you can get away with asking people to do things for you instead of the other way around, the only day when your sibling isn't allowed to pick on you and the one day you get to claim as your own.
My eighth birthday was a very good one, and the one I probably remember most. I was at the age where I was so excited by special occasions that I found it impossible to drag myself to bed, but I was also young enough to be
Dawn of Eight YearI saw him, dawdling towards me with that serious look on his oval face. His azure eyes shone in the dark and I blushed as he moved an inch closer towards me. He whispered softly, I Dawn of Eight Year7 years ago in The Dawn of your Eighth Year More Like This
THUD! I felt pain in my back and I realised that I had fallen from my bed. Shit, why does my wonderful dream have to stop at that time? He couldve said I think youre the best-looking chocolate in the world! and Id be the happiest girl on Earth!
I checked my alarm and was dumbfounded when I knew that it was 8 am already. I was supposed to be up since a few hours ago, making a 8 layered cake for my 8th birthday party today!
Oh wait, Im so stupid! Its my birthday so my family is supposed to make the cake for me now! All right, lets go downstairs! I bet theyve made a cake for me already! I squealed, excited. Ive been bothering my family for the past year that I wanted to make a 8 layered cake for my birthday par
The Dawn of Your Eighth YearMy mother woke me up at seven on my birthday. It was a big event, shed told me the day before, turning eight. It was a milestone. Like landing on the moon.The Dawn of Your Eighth Year7 years ago in The Dawn of your Eighth Year More Like This
I was curled on my side under the covers, wrapped protectively around myself, when I opened my eyes to see her face smiling back at me. She had the look of a wholesome country girl, with the sun-bleached auburn hair that was in a sloppy knot at the back of her head; the faint sunburn from the day before that stained her swatch of a nose; the dusting of freckles across her cheeks; and those wide, brilliant eyes that had had men calling from miles and miles away. She was a true southern belle, my mother was, and no one had ever realized how much of a shame it was, that she was married to a man like my father, more than I.
A grin split my face to answer my mothers. She reached out and tickled my sides, and I laughed and squirmed away, practically falling out of bed. I landed on the floor on my bare feet, the laced hem of my
this mornsunthis morn7 years ago in The Dawn of your Eighth Year More Like This
through the window it did break,
and settle on my face.
waking to smells of chocolate,
smells of cake.
I am sad,
for i am that much closer,
closer to wisdom,
closer to death.
down mountain stairs,
and slip to the bottom.
crying into my mothers shoulder,
into my mothers hair.
i am sad,
for already it is closer,
closer to the close,
closer to the end.
all the sweet things i find,
and feel only to regret it later.
sick all over sally's pretty dress,
sick because i hate her.
i am sad,
for i am not seven,
and ten is closing in,
closing in on my soul.
till tommorrow comes,
knowing that i dont have time to kill.
time to look at the candles burn,
time to stand still.
i am happy,
happy i am not old yet,
that i have years to go till i grow up,
but it gets closer,
i can feel it in the air.
Eight Years Upon This Earth When I try to remember back to my eighth birthday, I find it to be very much like a couple of ferrets attempting to roll over an elephant; that is, completely and utterly futile. You see, I have a memory like a sieve. Well, not quite a sieve, more like a safe that I cant always remember the combination to. And at the moment that set of numbers is missing, so I remember nothing of my eighth birthday. No presents, no celebration, no cake, no pageantry. Its all a blank and all I can do is speculate. And that is what I intend to do with this paper. So now follow me as I dive over the edge and into the deep end as I attempt to reconstruct what my eighth birthday may have been like. Lets just hope I dont drown.Eight Years Upon This Earth7 years ago in The Dawn of your Eighth Year More Like This
To start with, the overall spectacle. Or lack thereof. In my household there tr
4-19Childrens' birthday parties are sacred things. At least, everyone would have you believe so. What with petting zoos, those moon-bouncy things, and multi-colored doilies, some kids have blowouts that they'll cherish forever. And some saps won't.4-197 years ago in The Dawn of your Eighth Year More Like This
I'm one of those saps. It's not like I was really looking forward to a party anyway. I knew even then that nothing was fun about letting 30 people into your home, having them eat your food, touching your stuff, puking into your dog's bowl, and leave. I knew it was doomed when my mom was ordering a cake:
"Ohhh, no chocolate."
"I can bake you one made of aluminum foil and napkins instead?"
Sigh. Let's move on to the party.
So, all of my guests are there at the door to greet me, looking unusually uncomfortable in an unusually itchy dress. Many of these people were family that I had never met before (Why did my parents make a habit of keeping our relati
Candles and wishesCandles and WishesCandles and wishes7 years ago in The Dawn of your Eighth Year More Like This
A large kitchen filled with familiar faces
Colorfully wrapped gifts off to the side
A beautifully frosted cake with eight candles
A girl standing in front of the dessert
While another year of life is marked
Light from the other room seeps in
While candles illuminate the girls face
While another year of life is marked
Echoes from singing fade away
Replaced with encouraging murmurs
A loud whoosh blows over the candles
While another year of life is marked
What did you wish for?
Would you like to open presents now?
How do you feel being another year older?
While another year is marked?
Sharing a moment with loved ones
As another year is marked
8th BirthdayGet up, get up, get up!8th Birthday7 years ago in The Dawn of your Eighth Year More Like This
What was so important about today again?
OH, it's my birthday, of course! I'm so jittery I couldn't sleep.
But is sleep really needed, when you're only turning eight?
I'm so jittery, I bet if I weren't so sleepy, I'd fly away.
Oh, my door's opening, maybe it's my mom with mountains of presents!
Umm...it's the cat, never mind.
Well, she'll be in soon enough, right?
Wow...it's been two hours since then.
Perhaps my mom is still sleeping, it's only 10 in the afternoon.
I should stand and go out of my room, that'd be best.
My mom's up and now the jitters are coming back!
Of course I want my presents now, don't ask for later!!
When is the party, where are all my friends?
I don't want to wait to later, come on!
Well...maybe I should wait till later, so all my friends can see.
Oh, wait they're here already?
Then give me that present now please!
I love being eight, it's the middle of being rude and having manners.
The best, right?
Personalities can ChangePersonalities can Change7 years ago in The Dawn of your Eighth Year More Like This
I stretched my short arms as high above my head as I could reach, hands intertwined, my brain slowly coming out of the foggy realms that I traveled to every night. I brought my hands back down, yawning, now mostly awake. As I was slowly climbing out from under the covers stubby legs hitting the floor, my mother burst into my room singing loudly, and off-key I might add, her personal version of Happy Birthday. She stopped singing abruptly, a bemused, quizzical grin on her face. Oh, she said loudly. So, youre awake already, eh?
I groaned. Yes Mommy, Im awake already. Almost as soon as Id said the words, I wished I couldve taken them back. My mothers face darkened like a thundercloud, looming over me and threatening to rain.
What did you say? She asked from between gritted teeth. Umm, I said not-too intelligently. I said, Yes maam, Im