My Earliest memory that I can think of write now is my third birthday. I had it in my house and the key part that I remember was my moms friend had a son that was my age. My mom didn't want to be rude to her friend so she invited the kid to my birthday party. Now the conflict in this story is that I REALLY DISLIKED THE KID. The reason I did not like him very much is because he was probibly the most violent three year old kid in the world and always attacked me when I wasn't looking at him. And yes we were both seriously three years old. When I figured out he had to come I was super angry and pouting to my mom about why he had to come. Then all she said was "Sorry, do you want some cheese with that whine." Then she didn't want to here anything about the "devily kid" as Icalled him.
As it ended up he didn't come cause he got sick(I did not pioson him). But I was really happy and my birthday went good. I was so nervous before my party because the last time I had seen him he gave me a skar on my forehead that I stil have. So when he didn't show up I had the best time eating cake and getting all my presents.
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