My birthday memory.

I can smell the pancakes cooking in the frying pan. It is my 7th  birthday. I begin to tear open my birthday presents. My hands are waving through the air. My eyes are open really wide. One of my presents is a pink sparkly new bike. I love it so much I start riding it inside. And then I have a chocolate mud cake with m&ms on it. Then everyone sings happy birthday to me.