My 6th Birthday

By Ramiro M., 4th Grade, Cleveland School
True Stories That's Weird, Grandma

The place that I travelled was my 6th year old birthday. It was winter and it smelled like cake. I had ben bitten by 12 moucitos. Everyone of my family was there. I had a lot of presents. When it was time for the cake, my dad and my mom dunked my head in the cake. And my best present was my whoopee coushin. It was special because when I did my homeworok I sat down on it. It was also special because when I play my PSP I’ll just lay down and relax.