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Personalities can Change     I stretched my short arms as high above my head as I could reach, hands intertwined, my brain slowly coming out of the foggy realms that I traveled to every night. I brought my hands back down, yawning, now mostly awake. As I was slowly climbing out from under the covers stubby legs hitting the floor, my mother burst into my room singing loudly, and off-key I might add, her personal version of “Happy Birthday”. She stopped singing abruptly, a bemused, quizzical grin on her face. “Oh,” she said loudly. “So, you’re awake already, eh?”  
I groaned. “Yes Mommy, I’m aw Personalities can Change
in The Dawn of your Eighth Year
Eight Years Upon This Earth     When I try to remember back to my eighth birthday, I find it to be very much like a couple of ferrets attempting to roll over an elephant; that is, completely and utterly futile.  You see, I have a memory like a sieve.  Well, not quite a sieve, more like a safe that I can’t always remember the combination to.  And at the moment that set of numbers is missing, so I remember nothing of my eighth birthday.  No presents, no celebration, no cake, no pageantry.  It’s all a blank and all I can do is speculate.  And that is what I intend to do with thi Eight Years Upon This Earth
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The Dawn of Your Eighth YearMy mother woke me up at seven on my birthday. It was a big event, she’d told me the day before, turning eight. It was a milestone. Like landing on the moon.   
I was curled on my side under the covers, wrapped protectively around myself, when I opened my eyes to see her face smiling back at me. She had the look of a wholesome country girl, with the sun-bleached auburn hair that was in a sloppy knot at the back of her head; the faint sunburn from the day before that stained her swatch of a nose; the dusting of freckles across her cheeks; and those wide, brilliant eyes that had had men calling from miles and miles away. She was a The Dawn of Your Eighth Year
in The Dawn of your Eighth Year
Eight NineteenthsMy eighth birthday (which actually concluded my eighth year of life – it’s odd how that works, as if even on birthdays we can’t look past what has happened already) was not a particularly momentous occasion.  By now, the gifts that I received have faded into obscurity, as early childhood gifts so often do.  The only gift that I have kept track of is the necklace that my father gave me that year, which turned out to be the last time he would give me a birthday gift.  Despite that, or perhaps because of it, my feelings toward the necklace remain neutral.   
It was the last birthday that I w Eight Nineteenths
in The Dawn of your Eighth Year
Eight.The sun had risen  On the 24th of May.  I awoke felling anew  
On my eighth birthday.   
No school, no homework  Not this weekend.  Just hours of treats  And time to spend.   
My two best friends  Arrived around eight.  We loaded up into the car  And left home’s gate.  
 
The long hours of driving  You would imagine being dull,  But wet by quite quickly  As I look back at the day’s whole.  
 
We arrived at Sea Side…  I really don’t remember the time,  But the beach was a bit windy,  And warmed with sunshine. & Eight.
in The Dawn of your Eighth Year
November 20, 1963It was November 20, 1963, and it was my eighth birthday.   
I was heading down a few blocks to meet up with the neighborhood kids for a game of kickball.  We played every day after school.   As I was walking down the street,  an older woman was walking down the street toward me.   
“Hello Nancy”, she said.  She could tell I was surprised that she knew my name.  “ I know your mom and dad”, she said,  “and I wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday”.  I found myself blushing and I smiled.   
“I want to tell you November 20, 1963
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in The Dawn of your Eighth Year
Fairy Filled Birthday          "Hallo, my fairies," she whispered as she sat down in the grass, facing the daffodil bed. Four weeks had passed since she had discovered this part of the garden held more than flowers, but only two days had passed since she had gained the courage to speak to the tiny people. "I thank you," she said in a slightly pious manner, "For allowing my family and I to, um, live here with your gracious elder folk, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. Your kindness won't be forgotten. The house is lovely, as well. Three floors to explore, large bedrooms everywhere, a small library with every book I could ever Fairy Filled Birthday
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GoodbyeGoodbye!   
Five long years ago  I woke up to see him go...  I didn’t hear a word from him that day,  My mom was sad, it was my birthday!   
I woke up a kid,  But when I fell asleep  My soul, my heart where ripped...  Though I never... ever... weeped!   
The birthday cake melt away,  His face, in my memory, fade,  I saw before me another man,  Holding hands not with my mom, so it wasn’t dad!   
Mother cried a lot and screamed,  Under the bad that day I hid  Whispering “happy birthday, kid...  You’re turning eight, indeed! Goodbye
in The Dawn of your Eighth Year
To: Kennedy.I celebrated by calling her,  My best friend,  
Shailey.   
We went to the water park,  The movies,  And home.   
Little did I know  The other  Would hate me.   
For she didn’t come…  She was left  Alone. To: Kennedy.
in The Dawn of your Eighth Year
Eight and one less toothNow now, Tooth fairy’ll come and see me  Watching Superman on the evening  Playin’ with the loose fella   
In morning, wake up and started to be  That big eight year old girl dressing  In princesses and that girlish stuff era   
First gift on the desk, from the fairy  Other gifts in the living room, opening  Then, outside, my favorite gift:   
A big snowy tempest shimmering,  My tooth being grinded into snowflakes! Eight and one less tooth
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Bound for Home"Momma, where are we going?" I asked after a prolonged pause of silence in the car, my mother had been acting very strange ever since Uncle Ray called yesterday. Apparently she still was.   "We are going to visit your Grandpa sweetie" she said not taking her eyes from the road.   "But why isn't Daddy coming? Or Daniel or Angie or... or Sharron?" I said unhappily listing off some of my brothers and sisters. "Why do only I get to come with you?"  
 She sighed "Because momma can only take one with her this trip, your papa has to work and your brothers and sisters still need to go to school.   I frowned but Bound for Home
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Three times 8I’m eight and so happy because this year again, I win in age, and I look like a big girl !  You’re eight and you couldn’t care less.  
I’m going to see all of my friends today !  No, you’re not. It’s freaking 22nd of December, nobody will come, call you  or anything, why ? Because THEY couldn’t care less. It’s Christmas in three days !  Yeah but at least, I’ll bring the good cake of my mummy in class and I’ll share it with my friends like we usualy do in the afternoon !  No, no, remember ? The first time you shared cake in class was on your tenth anniversary, Three times 8
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8th BirthdayGet up, get up, get up!  What was so important about today again?  OH, it's my birthday, of course! I'm so jittery I couldn't sleep.  But is sleep really needed, when you're only turning eight?  I'm so jittery, I bet if I weren't so sleepy, I'd fly away.   
Oh, my door's opening, maybe it's my mom with mountains of presents!  Umm...it's the cat, never mind.  Well, she'll be in soon enough, right?   
 
Wow...it's been two hours since then.  
Perhaps my mom is still sleeping, it's only 10 in the afternoon.  I should stand and go out of my room, that'd be best.  My mom's up an 8th Birthday
in The Dawn of your Eighth Year
Candles and wishesCandles and Wishes  
 
A large kitchen filled with familiar faces  
Colorfully wrapped gifts off to the side  A beautifully frosted cake with eight candles  
A girl standing in front of the dessert   While another year of life is marked  
 
Light from the other room seeps in  
While candles illuminate the girl’s face  
While another year of life is marked  
 
Echoes from singing fade away  
Replaced with encouraging murmurs  
A loud whoosh blows over the candles  
While another year of life is marked  
 
What did you wish for?  
Would you like Candles and wishes
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A Little Spot Of Icing.There was this utter calmness,  It spread like cold, dark water -- everywhere.   
I’d stopped looking around for people,  No one was near, no one really cared.  
 
The dining room, the dull white walls,  The glass table with the butchered brown cake.  
 
A moment ago, it seemed,  
Everyone had been smiling, cheering me on.   
But the day wasn’t over,  And still everyone was gone.  
 
I traced my little finger on the cool icing,  Making shapes in the diffused whiteness.   
I chanced a glance out the window to my right,  Hoping I’d see A Little Spot Of Icing.
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4-19Childrens' birthday parties are sacred things. At least, everyone would have you believe so. What with petting zoos, those moon-bouncy things, and multi-colored doilies, some kids have blowouts that they'll cherish forever. And some saps won't.   
 I'm one of those saps. It's not like I was really looking forward to a party anyway. I knew even then that nothing was fun about letting 30 people into your home, having them eat your food, touching your stuff, puking into your dog's bowl, and leave. I knew it was doomed when my mom was ordering a cake:  "Which one?"  "That one."  "Too small."  "This one?"  " 4-19
in The Dawn of your Eighth Year
this mornsun  
through the window it did break,  and settle on my face.  waking to smells of chocolate,  smells of cake.   
I am sad,  for i am that much closer,  closer to wisdom,  closer to death.   
run  down mountain stairs,  and slip to the bottom.  crying into my mothers shoulder,  into my mothers hair.   
i am sad,  for already it is closer,  closer to the close,  closer to the end.   
eat  all the sweet things i find,  and feel only to regret it later.  sick all over sally's pretty dress,  sick because i hate her. & this morn
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in The Dawn of your Eighth Year
Dawn of Eight YearI saw him, dawdling towards me with that serious look on his oval face. His azure eyes shone in the dark and I blushed as he moved an inch closer towards me. He whispered softly, “I…”   THUD! I felt pain in my back and I realised that I had fallen from my bed. “Shit, why does my wonderful dream have to stop at that time? He could’ve said ‘I think you’re the best-looking chocolate in the world!’ and I’d be the happiest girl on Earth!”   I checked my alarm and was dumbfounded when I knew that it was 8 am already. I was supposed to be up since a few hours ago, making a 8 layer Dawn of Eight Year
in The Dawn of your Eighth Year
The Small WorldAt eight years old, like most children (usually girls), I considered myself as very 'adult', but then again, I always was compared to most others my age. I only had one friend during the whole of my first school who, now I look back at it, wasn't quite exactly right; she never got along with the others and because I was the only one mature enough to see past her odd mistakes I was isolated and as unpopular as she was. Even at this young age, I still knew that I was a loner.  
 
But on a little girl's birthday, they always feel like the star of the show. A birthday is the one day you can get away with asking people to do things for y The Small World
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