My earliest memory as a child would start at age 3, at my birthday party, running around, constantly tripping over my own two little stubby feet. I was busy hiding from my cousins because they were trying to wipe cake on my face."Come here Danny, ill give you a dollar Terain said, with both hands behind his back, with such a fake smile on his face, if I'd had the knowledge of it now, I'd slap it off his face. But my gullible ass, ran over at the sound of money. At first I didn't believe him, but he smoothly whipped out a dollar bill and rolled it into my hand I beamed at the sight of it and laughed until it was too late when I realized it was too good to be true, when he whipped his other hand from behind his back and slathered a nice glob of cake frosting on my cheek. I was so mad I started to cry. Everyone sat there laughing at me: Aunts, Uncles, Mom, Cousins and everybody else who found it funny. But me. Obviously no one else cpuld see how annoying it was to have frosting dripping from your face and it made me cry harder at the fact that they made me sing happy birthday with the cake on my face. Wasn't my best party personally but hey, blossoms gotta bloom somewhere right?
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Life Through My Eyes
Non-FictionDaniel Condell had been through pretty much everything a neglected teen could go through. Although he was bright and careless he wandered throughout his life searching for a purpose. A memoir of his life...
