Who wants another birthday? It's funny the one I remember the best is when I was turning nine. Nine to me is like turning 29 to some women. I am always stuck in that year even if I wasn't nine I will pick that age because for some reason I feel every thing happened in that year.
Well anyway, Mom was giving me a birthday party and I was so excited because, she had made me a birthday cake with little plastic circus animals all around it. I was more excited about having those animals then I was about the birthday presents I would be getting. It might have been all of the different pastel colors that they were painted or just the fact that they were all little animals but I just couldn't wait to get my hands on them.
All the kids crowded into the house. We ate cake and ice cream, played Pin the Tail on the Donkey, ran all over the house with balloons, and I opened my presents. Then it was time for everyone to leave. I went into the kitchen to take the plastic animals off of the cake that remained.
My mother was putting them on the side and little peggy from across the street was standing there watching my mom. I went to pick up the little animals when my mother stopped me. "Those are not for you, Peggy has asked for them."
"But Mom it's my birthday cake." I argued in a tearful voice.
But Peggy picked them up and off she went. Mom said I was selfish. I felt cheated. I believe that was the last birthday party I ever had. And maybe that is why I never grew older after that year. Till this day I ask myself, was I selfish? Should I have given away those things with a happy heart?
I don't know. But if I really think about it I know what I was a victim of. My mothers mania for cleaning. To her those little plastic animals were just more garbage and she was more then happy to "throw" them out by giving them to peggy. And I am sure she thought I would forget all about them by the next day.
Hum, wrong Mom.
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