February 10th, 1989 5:14 AM.
My eyes flew open and I jumped out of bed before sprinting full speed into my parents bedroom, all the while screaming "ITS MY BIRTHDAY"
It was my birthday and I was 5 years old now. I was officially a big boy, and dammit was I excited.
I'm sure my parents weren't pleased to be woken up by a small child jumping up and down on the foot of their bed screaming "BIRTHDAY, BIRTHDAY, BIIIRTHDAAAY!" but I was too excited to care much. I was too busy envisioning my awesome birthday party with all my friends there, all the food, but most importantly, the presents.
"Honey, honey, calm down. Your party isn't for another... 8 hours yet." My mom managed to groggily mumble.
"I KNOW, WE HAVE NO TIME. YOU HAVENT EVEN TOLD ME WHAT MY PRESENT IS YET!" I practically scream.
"And we don't plan on it yet,squirt." Dad said, as he started to sit up and put on his slippers.
"Uggggh, why nooooot?" I moaned.
I'd been asking them for the last three weeks hoping that just once they would let it slip, but no. It was airtight.
"Because then it wouldn't be a surprise." Dad smiled as he messed up my hair while walking past me to the kitchen. "Now it's time for your big breakfast. What will it be this year, bud? The same as usual?"
Every year I had a big, delicious breakfast made for me on my birthday, and every year I had the same thing.
"Chocolate chip pancakes!" I yelled while running to the kitchen to catch up with my dad.
He caught me as I crossed the threshold into the kitchen and lifted me up into the air while I squealed with joy before setting me down again.
"And a side of bacon to go with that?"
"Yeah!" I replied eagerly
Dad smiled down at me. "Alrighty then buddy. Coming right up. Now go get dressed! You can't be wearing your PJs for your big party today!"
I turned around and ran to my bedroom. I couldn't get dressed fast enough. I was just too excited.
