One year in elementary school we wrote books and made them into a real book (Tisha, was it 4th or 6th?). Anyway, last time my mom sent me home with a box of things she thought I might want. One was said book. It goes like this:
A Birthday to Remember - by Rebecca Schwoch
On my sixth birthday I had a birthday party at my grandmother's green house. It was me, my brother and three friends.
First we ate delicious chocolate cake and cold vanilla ice cream. Then we went outside to play.
First we just walked around, but soon got bored. So, we went by the smelly highway.
I picked up a plastic oil bottle and threw it at the same time a red car went down the noisy road. In my amazement it hit it; it sounded like a balloon popping.
A lady jumped out and yelled, "I'm going to call the police on you!"
The youngest girl, who was 4, got scared and ran in and told on me. My tall uncle Donald called me in and made me go in my grandma's perfume-smelling bedroom.
He gave me a spanking; only it wasn't a birthday spanking like I had been dreamed. My mom didn't do anything but gripe me out since I had already got a spanking.
I wouldn't call it a "wonderful birthday" but it was a birthday to remember.
heh-heh. Yes, I know some of it is not grammatically correct....but it's still funny.
6:45:00 PM 
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