My slice of life

My slice of life is when I turned 4 years old.I remember running around and telling everyone “I am four today” holding up more than four fingers. The smell of red velvet and cinnamon all around our cozy small apartment. Crying when my family sang happy birthday,I knew I had to grow up because it’s life and everyone grows up. I remember watching Jimmy Neutron on my tiny TV and snuggling because it was cold and we did not have heating in my room.

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