It's getting better, isn't it? I think so...so much so I can't even bear to look at the older stuff at the bottom! I worry at what shocking errors I will find...maybe it's better that way; signs of progression!
Saturday, December 15, 2007
...my birthday - by Stephanie (aged 8)
Last weekend was my birthday, I was 8 years old on Saturday. Mum said we could go into town and spend my birthday money from my aunts and uncles. I think I had about £50 to spend, I'm not sure now. I seem to have lots of Aunts. Someone at school said that your Aunties and Uncles are your Mum or Dad's Sisters and Brothers. I'm not sure about that, that would mean I would only have an Aunty Sheila, but I have loads and loads more.
We got onto the 17 bus into town, we had to run for it, we must have been late. Mum said we had another five minutes or something. I'm not sure what she meant. Mum was blowing a bit when we got on. There was no space downstairs, it was full of buggies and old people. One man smelled a bit, he had a can of something in his pocket, he must have been hiding it. Upstairs it was hot and sticky, I found a seat for me and Mum, it was quite near the back. I tried to open a window, but I was too short. Mum caught me up and she sat down next to me. Her cheeks were a bit pinky, she didn't say much.
It was only a short ride and we got off. Mum was looking very hot but she said she was OK. I deserved some presents, she said. I was feeling hot too, so I took my jumper off and gave it to Mum. She said I could spend my money on some new shoes if I wanted. I turned around at the shop and Mum was gone, I couldn't see her at all. I ran back and looked and looked for her.
"Steph?" She sounded funny a bit like Granny. I looked to the floor and she was in a door, all twisted up and panicky.
"Mummy?" I was starting to cry. "What's wrong?"
"I'm having an a...an a at-tack, ba-ba...baby. Get....my bag." She was very wheezy and was pointing her her bag which was open, her purse fell out, her lippy, and her phone. I think Mum was having an Asda Attack. I'm not good with big words yet.
I knew what to look for, it was blue and looked like really small snorkel. I found it and gave it to Mum. She took a real big puff and seemed to look a bit more happy. Oh that's it, it's a Puffer. I remember now. Mum sat up properly and a nice man asked if she wanted a cup of tea. Mum doesn't like tea much, maybe that's why she had her Asda Attack and why we shop at Tesco's. I think I'll tell her to drink more tea in future.
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