We got tired so we had to stop and take a rest.
I got presents--nine presents because there were nine people at my birthday party. My favorite one was a doll--her hair and her clothes changed color.
And my other favorite present was a magic trick from my brother Robert.
Then we stopped opening presents because we heard a noise and we got scared. All the girls screamed and hid in the closet, and all the boys shivered. But then we realized it was my cat, Sandy. All the boys pretended that they weren't scared. But all the girls knew better.
That's when I was seven years old.
I wonder what will happen on my eighth birthday?