Autobiography - My 5th Birthday

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

looked at Maureen thrilled with excitement as if to say for me? And

she