To be completely honest, I don't remember any Christmases from when I was younger. I remember bits and pieces, but i still can't remember whether I got the camera last year or the kindle last year and the camera the year before.... all of my Christmases just run together. But there is one Christmas that I guess you could call my favorite, because it's my favorite out of all of the videotaped Christmases we have. I think I was in either preschool or kindergarten at the time. And let me just say, I was adorable. My dad was videotaping me and my sister opening presents. My sister was tearing through the wrapping paper in under five seconds per present and she would say "Oh cool!" to every single one, fling the present behind her, and start ripping through another present. I, on the other hand was taking my sweet time. I would open every one very carefully so that the wrapping paper was preserved, and then examine the present. Then, no matter what it was, i would look up at my mom and dad and say "A (fill in present name here)!!!! IT'S WHAT I'VE ALWAYS WANTED!!!!!!". After that I would run to the fireplace, stick my head in, and shout "THANK YOU SANTA!!!" very loudly just in case he couldn't hear me. I was little so It's not like I got any super expensive gifts, but I love watching the video and seeing my face light up at every single tiny worthless present. I screamed when I got a notebook. I was a pretty enthusiastic kid.
I think my favorite part of the video is when I open my Dora music box. I slowly ripped the paper off of the rectangular- shaped box, folded it, and set it aside. Then I looked down at the box. If you had seen my face, you would've thought I had won the lottery. I screamed like it was the best present I had ever received in my life. "Oh my goodness." I said.
"What is it?" my mom asked.
"Oh my goodness. OH MY GOODNESS. IT'S A DORA MUSIC BOX MOM. A DORA MUSIC BOX. I HAVE BEEN WANTING THIS FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE. I FINALLY HAVE IT." It was no great prize. It was a little heart shaped, flimsy-cardboard box with purple and pink felt and sequins all over it. when you opened it up, a little Dora figurine would spin around and a song would play. But to me, there would be no better gift then this. And I still have not received a better gift since that music box. Sure I've gotten i pods, Uggs, an Xbox, a digital camera, etc., but I have never screamed as loud, or gotten as excited as I did when I got that music box, and I don't think I ever will. That was definitely a magical Christmas, and I wish I could relive the feeling of opening the best gift of my life. Good things definitely come in small, heart-shaped, pink and purple sequined packages. Especially when you're five.
On Thursday we had a band concert. There were three bands playing that night: the 5th grade band, the percussion ensemble (which was really cool, they did a song on trashcans), and lastly our band. We played last, and I had a solo in the very last piece. I was scared to death. Victoria, the girl who sits next to me, kept bugging me after every song. "Don't mess up. Don't mess up. Hey guess what? You're solo's in two more songs! One more song! No pressure or anything. DON'T mess up. What would you do if you messed up? Would you cry?" this is was Victoria was saying to me all night. I hated her for that entire hour. At one point I literally turned to her and said "If you bug me one more time i'm gonna punch you're face in!" and that got her to shut up for awhile. It ended up going pretty well, I think, I don't really remember it. It was all a blur. All I remember is me yelling at Victoria, then suddenly the song was over and I could breath again. I literally almost cried out of relief. I do not do well in front of large audiences.
Have you ever heard of the show Long Island Medium? Well if not, it's a show about a woman who can supposedly communicate with the deceased. I have never heard of any one being able to do that before, but I'd heard a lot of stories from my friends about how their dead relatives had tried to communicate with them (the Christmas decoration that one of my friends' Nana gave her turned on by itself on Christmas day, my other friend's grandmother heard her dead husband's footsteps walking down the hallway to the bedroom every night, etc.). None of those kind of things had ever happened to me, but I have always loved listening to those kind of stories because they are comforting but sort of creepy at the same time. But this weekend, something like this did happen to me. And it all started with a cake.
I was over at my friend's house on the last day of November for our traditional Friday night get - togethers, and we were just going on the computer as usual, when suddenly I had a strange urge to make a cake. I had no idea why, but It was just something I felt like I absolutely, no question, HAD to do. I anticipated making this cake so much that I left my friend's house 30 minutes earlier than I was supposed to be home by, and set to work on my cake. We almost NEVER have cake mix at my house, but, strangely enough, we had one box of vanilla cake mix that night. I decided to use the box and make my own chocolate frosting from scratch. It was around 10:00 and my parents were yelling at me that I should not be starting to bake at 10:00 at night, but I was persistent. I actually remember saying "No mom, you don't understand, this is just something I have to do" even though I had no idea why I had to do this. It was the weirdest feeling, it was almost as if i would stop at nothing to get this cake made. I worked hard until midnight, making sure the cake was absolutely flawless, but it was only me and my family that I was baking for. I woke up the next morning on December 1st and had a piece of the cake, and it was delicious.
So far this story has been pretty boring, but it gets stranger. Before I go on, I should explain: My Oma used to live with us, and we were very close with her, but she passed away when I was in Kindergarten. In our kitchen we have a chair that we still call "Oma's chair" because that was the chair she always sat at. So the next day, December 2nd, I was at dinner and sitting in Oma's chair, when my sister said "I can't believe it's already December 2nd".
"Wait a second," i said " that means that Oma's birthday would've been yesterday!" It would've been her 98th birthday. My dad looked at me kind of strangely and said "I thought that's why you made the cake." And suddenly all of the pieces fit together. Don't you think it's a bit of a coincidence that I felt so oddly compelled to bake a cake and make it perfect the day before my Oma's 98th birhtday, and I didn't remember that it was her birthday at all? And I realized that the first piece I'd had of the cake I ate on December 1st, her birthday, and in Oma's chair. Oma loved food, and I can imagine her in heaven craving a nice vanilla cake with chocolate frosting for her birthday. It makes me feel so much better about her death, though it happened many years ago, since I now know for sure that she is, and always will be, watching over me.
me: aka an awesome person
Hello i'm Emily. Some things I do often are dancing, running, playing clarinet and tripping over things... I hope you enjoy reading about my super-exciting life!