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The Infamous Cake

I really wanted my mom to bring out the cake. It was my ninth birthday, and the sounds of the Backstreet Boys and Britney Spears could be heard in the background of my small, girly party. My party was being held outside on my back porch in the breezy month of May, and it happened to be a particularly sunny day. I watched out of the corner of my eye as my mom walked back into the house. Was she getting my cake? It was my favorite kind of cake that I had waited a whole year for. It was my delicious strawberry shortcake. This cake was so irresistible with the fresh strawberries and sweet whipped cream. I was going to jump out of my skin if I did not get my piece of cake soon.

My mom walked back onto the porch with the cake in her hands. She began to sing happy birthday, and soon everyone was singing along. I took a huge breath in, and blew all nine candles out. The cake was cut and everybody received a generous piece of the strawberry shortcake. We tried to eat as much as we could, but it was so incredibly filling none of us could possibly finish it. I looked over to my friend and whispered, “I know what we should do with the rest of our cake.” We had always been really silly and troublesome when we were put together, and this time was no different. We secretly decided to have a mini food fight, and we smashed our entire nine-year old faces in the cake. Icing was all over our faces and cake was crumbled all over us. Strawberries were rolling on the ground and we were laughing hysterically. Who would have thought that my beloved strawberry shortcake would be destroyed in a friendly food fight?

My mom came back on the porch to see what all the commotion was about, and she had a priceless look on her face. She looked a little stunned, but she started to laugh. “I have to go grab the camera,” she said smiling. We continued to throw cake at each other as we gawked at each others clownish appearances. Flashes went off from the camera as our silliness was documented, and we were not embarrassed in the least. We proudly displayed our food covered faces while everyone laughed, at our ridiculousness.

We didn’t have any napkins left after we cleaned the table up, so we were left wiping our faces with tissues. There was a pile of Kleenex on the table as I tried to mop up the mess on my face. Naturally, my face was extremely sticky and the tissues did not help at all. Not to mention all the bits of cake and icing throughout my short hair. I said goodbye to my friends as we were all still laughing, and we all knew it would be the first thing we would talk about back at school on Monday.

Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 24th, 2008 under I eat paste and other childhood reflections