Although my birthday was a few weeks ago and my birthday party was even sooner than my birthday, I still believe that I have the right to tell you what happend on that fateful night...It was 7 PM on a warm July night and the sun was just begining to fall. The snacks were set on the counter. The crafts ready to paint. Goodybags waiting to be opened. When the doorbell rang, it echoed throughout the house like the cry of a weeping infant. Just then the door was thrust open and screams were heard from one end of the house to the other. It was not screams of sorrow but shreeks and squeels of joy and laughter. From that moment on, the party... began. Girls one by one walked up the steps and into house, where each one gave a kind word of encouragement to the soon to be teenager. Soon after everyone had arrived, each girl made their way to the craft table to beginning creating what could become a picture frame master piece. When everyone had finished the girls began to prepare themselves for the photo shoot of the year, taking place outside on the upper level. With no time to spare, as soon as the pictures were taken the dancing took place, and not just any dancing... DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION UNIVERSE! Dance moves were being used in ways never imagined and laughter hung in the air for each girl took their best shot but sometimes missed. Once the dancing was complete the annual cake ritual began. The lights were dimmed, the candles were lit, and the chant began. Once the cake reached the soon to be thirteen year old, the chant came to a stop and the girl opened her mouth and attempted to blow out the candles but was not completly successful. She tryed again and succeeded. Cake was then served but not eaten till after the first bite from the soon to be teenager was completed. Once everyone had had their share, it was time for the gift openig ritual. Opening these gifts did not take long and was then followed by a Giant goofball game. To keep the fun rolling, the girls had a skittles relay race with spoons in their mouths. To slow down the party a traditional slumber party movie was watched, allowing the more tired guests to hit the hay. Although some of the girls had fallen asleep, the night was still young. A cirlce was formed in the darkness and the girls offered their stories and jokes. Once the laughter turned to yawns, the girls decided it was best to calll it a night and went to bed at around 2:20 AM. In the morning each girl gathered their belongings and ate a hearty brekfast of home made waffles, eggs, hashbrowns, fruit, and smoothies. As each gril left they also left behind memories to last a lifetime. To this day the only evidence of this event are the memories in each girl's heart...and the pictures taken that you see above.
