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Personal Narrative: My First Birthday

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I 'm 14 years old, By the name of Britney Ann Wilson and I 'm not afraid. I remember my childhood with blood, sweat and tears; a lot of them. The last/best memory I remember is having my first birthday and having everyone there and opening the presents.

On my first birthday I had so many people come because I was so young I didn 't realise that many people cared about me. I guess now growing up I start to realise that things get difficult by the time I was two i started to remember my cousins name, i started to make names for my nanas and I remember that was a very fun year. I turned three and I found out my uncle was having trouble with his girlfriend and she was my god mother so i didn 't know what to think. I found out that they broke up and she was still my god mother so I was fine with it.

By the time I was four, I found out that my mum was thinking of making one of her friends my god mother, i obviously had no say but I was quite happy and I finally didn 't have her as a god mother but we didn 't get her to sign any papers she 's my god mother but not legal god mother.

When I got older it got more difficult more and more, day after day, and all but I did make bad days into one of the best days of the …show more content…

But I went and was perfectly fine I went through the day with no worries. Maybe not knowing where the classes where but I got help and made it through the week. By the second week I knew where most of my classes were and i only needed some help. But… Then I met the most amazing girl that was my best friend and still is. Caillie. She was probably the nicest girl she probably was a bit shy but she was so nice to me and we are still friends to today and I 'm really happy I 'm the one who stated our friendship with hi… but we have had our ups and downs, but she 's the nicest person I know she has helped me through so much. I don 't know what I would do without

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