She was five years and six days old. "Boy, I'm sure glad this birthday was better than last year. I ruined my dress, I got a spanking which I never want another one again, plus my sister got really mad at me for spilling her fingernail polish. This year Mama made me a great big cake and Daddy pretended he was going to eat it all and held it up high in the air. I joined in the fun and danced all around him yelling No! No! No!. Daddy is so much fun. Grandma didn't make me a dress this year. Probably because I ruined the one she made me last year. She made me a great big birthday dinner though. It was fun. I even got a dollar bill in a birthday card. Today I got another dollar bill in a card from Grandma that was in the mailbox, but Mama said I couldn't keep it. When I said, "Why not?" She said because grandma forgot that she had sent it. I still have to think about that. What makes Mama think that she forgot it? What if she loved me so much that she decided to give me two dollars this year? Oh well, I think that I will ask my Mama to make me a hobo lunch and go for a walk.
On the way into the house she started counting the trees in the yard. There were so many of them. She could count really good; all the way to one hundred. By the time she got to the back door she had counted seventy nine of them! She would ask her mom what kind of trees they were because they made noise and they dropped little cotton balls all over the yard. Yes, it was a good day for a walk and a hobo lunch. Maybe she would even see one of those hobos she had heard about.
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Oh it's such fun to remember what I was thinking when I was a just a child.
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